Now that the green paths are returning

Now that the green paths are returning,

That the bushes again put on their flowers,

The time has come again to join in dances;

Come to the meadow, flower among the flowers.

Come to dance a gigue or forlana,

All dressed in tarlatan.

To hold you close around the waist speaking to you of love:

I don't know how to hope for any other sweetness.

In the light thrill of a turn stirs

Such a delight, such an ardor,

That every other anxiety is quickly forgotten;

Come to the meadow, flower among the flowers.