The advent of spring

My heart is constructed, withering,

smothered by night in a desolate place.

One can hardly find a darker dream,

anguish groaning in its cramped room.

Then there comes Spring: the warm air,

the green woods, the blue sky,

the entire land a bouquet of flowers;

it makes the chest expand so powerfully.

The world is so fair and the heart so broad:

let the grandeur of the world pour into my heart!