O Spring, with your dew drop lips, lookest down through the clear windows of the morning, turn your angel eyes upon our western skies, which in full spectrum the round body of the sun approaches with her burning *****.
O Spring, the Earth show’s her blushing cheeks, and the night listens to our prayers.
Valleys below; with green meadows the sun is peeking through as the trees are longing for the light, are turning up their newly grown leafs. Up to your bright pavilions I can imagine the Angles singing for your coming. They rise to the occasion, like roses in bloom.
Let your beautiful sun soaked rays visit Earths clime! Come over the eastern hills, until morning turns to nigh.
Let her winds kiss your perfumed garments; allow Earth to taste the morning dew and evening breath; scatter your richness upon our lovers land that mourns for greener pastures.
O Spring, the forthcoming of your fairness and soft touch’s; pour your soft kisses on the Earth’s surface; and put your golden crown upon her languish’d head, Whose modest tresses are bound up for those who fell in love with her blushing gown.
O Spring, how I waited patiently for your coming, you have never forsaken me.