There are trades, enough to name some,
Don't you know how to measure love?
Let me go and ask a tailor,
Who will give me nice, long measure,
Taking measurements of love must be real, real fun.

Let me go and ask of weaver,
How to weave a net of love.
Catching flies is task of weaver,
Here's what matters - death or life.

Let me go and ask of peddler:
"Tell, how much a piecework love?"
Let me go and ask of miller:
"What's the price of grinding hearts?"

Let me go to smith or chiseler,
They will proudly show their art.
"Love is nothing, save a humdrum,"
They will say, - I doubt their mind.

Wise man knows to deal with feelings,
"Take it calm and make no fuss!"
Better go to artist's attic,
He's well-versed in loving art.

Let me ask of him: "Do favor,
Make a drawing of a love."
Sure he will fail to please me,
Don't you think it's much to ask?

My account tells you plainly,
Every trade is such that counts,
And each trade refers to loving.
Don't believe me? Take advice:

Find yourself in deep dark forest,
With the trees and bushes nice,
Lawns are there in forest plenty,
This is where love's nests reside.

Better you get lost in forest,
Forest warden steps in time,
Never mind how thick the forest,
Oh, you lovers, lost in forest,
Forest warden is your guide.