The spring

The wind murmurs alluringly about the tree:

Awaken from your sleep and your dream,

The frost of winter has thawed.

It casts its gaze briskly upward,

Its eyes look brightly upon

The golden light of the sun.

A gentle, warm breeze wafts

and rocks in the mass of clouds,

Downward like the fragrance of heaven.

Then all the flowers awaken,

The little birds sing melting sighs,

And Spring returns once more.

Something starts and shakes in the blood,

The eyelashes become wet with tears;

There is a gentle throbbing in the heart.

O Man, you feel the joy of Spring,

And Love lifts you from your seriousness,

And wakes such sweet pain!

The wind wafts the pollen

From calyx to calyx, from leaf to leaf,

Throughout the day and throughout the night.

Fly also, my heart, and flutter forth,

Search here and search there for another heart -

Perhaps you will meet the right one.