Classic Poem

Young maiden, young maiden, where do you go?
Red, the spider lilies on the grave,
Spider lilies
Today too I came to break off a bud.
Young maiden, young maiden how many are there?
Seven in the earth, like blood,
Like blood
Exactly, the age of that child
Young maiden, young maiden, take care
If you pluck one, the sun at midday,
The sun at midday
One after another they will bloom
Young maiden, young maiden, why do you weep?
No matter how many I pluck, spider lilies
Spider lilies
Eerie, red, still seven.