Love's festival

On her varied songs the lark climbs

blissfully into the air;

a jubilant choir of singers sings lustily

in the wood, full of blossom and fragrance.

There, as far as the eye can see,

festive altars have been built,

and a thousand hearts all call out

for love's festival, loudly and strongly.

Spring has set the roses afire with light

on the candelabra of emerald in the cathedral;

and every soul swells and overflows

into the stream of offerings.