Old German Song of Springtime

The dismal winter is over,

Swallows are returning;

Now everything renews itself

And springs proliferate.

Little by little, leaves slip into the day,

Little flowers now appear;

Like a twisting little snake,

The chilly stream goes laughing through the woods.

Wherever one looks, almost all the world

Is arming itself with joy;

Everything is jovial,

And almost everything is swept up in pleasures.

Only I alone, I suffer pain;

Without end will I suffer

Since you from I and I from you,

O beloved, had to part.