April has come

April has come, weaving garlands,

And bringing together nymphs and sylvans on the meadow.

The alders are tuning their instruments

And at the first melodies of the wind

Among the branches the dance begins.

First a faun advances...

His nymph looks at him... Sighs...

And they rush away together!

The couples frolic among the fountains and the streams,

And then vanish furtively in the woods...

But Cloris, who meanwhile is jealous of Nice,

Waits unhappy and alone, in tears,

For the dance to cease.

But a shepherd advances...

And now Cloris looks at him... Sighs...

And they rush away together!