Early spring

Days of joy,

Have you come so soon?

To give me the sun,

Hill and Forest?

Amply flow

the brooklets again,

Are those meadows?

Is this a valley?

Under the greenery's

Blooming, thriving effort

The little bees dine,

Humming, on nectar.

Colorful plumage

Rustles in the grove,

Heavenly songs

Resound therein!

Powerfully stirs

a breath of air,

Yet it loses

itself in a bush.

But to the bosom

It turns back,

Help me, o Muses,

To bear this happiness!

Gentle movements

shake in the fresh air,

the lovely stirring

Of sleepy fragrance.

Tell me how, since yesterday,

it happened to me,

lovely sisters -

My sweetheart is there!