May returns, the meadow blooms

May returns, the meadow blooms,

The breezes they blow so softly, so mildly,

Chattering, the brooks now run.

The swallow, that returns to her hospitable roof,

She builds, so busily, her bridal chamber,

Love must dwell there.

She brings, so busily, from all directions,

Many soft pieces for the bridal bed,

Many warm pieces for the little ones.

Now live the couple together so faithfully,

What winter has separated is united by May,

What loves, that he knows how to unite.

May returns, the meadow blooms,

The breezes they blow so softly, so mildly,

Only I cannot go away from here.

When all that loves, the spring unites,

Only to our love no spring appears,

And tears are our only consolation.