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?

Blue freshness!

Heaven and heights!

Golden fishes

Teeming in the sea.

Colorful plumage

Rustles in the grove,

Heavenly songs

Resound therein!

Under the greenery's

Blooming, thriving effort

The little bees dine,

Humming, on nectar.

Gentle movements

shake in the fresh air,

the lovely stirring

Of sleepy fragrance.

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!

Tell me how, since yesterday,

it happened to me,

lovely sisters -

My sweetheart is there!