Oh lonesome oriole flying,

Straight downward falling;

To the tree of woe you hanged,

Bleeding from the bullets of pain.

Oh felicitous oriole flying,
Up above behind the clouds;
Thou found the nest of joy,
For now life is beautiful.

Oh black-winged yellow-tailed oriole,
Let thy tail reflect your whole;
The yellow wound your wound,
And let it shade oh thy life whole.