Hopping grasshoppers!
I welcome you to the newly-born summer.
Hopping grasshoppers!
I invite you to the feast at my house.

The farmers are lying on their willow cots,
And his illustrious cattles trod no more.
The birds are cosy on their straws-studded beds.

Over the swinging grass in the meadows
How beautifully you play, you fly, you leap.
The breeze is balmy and sweet with your rhymes.

Don't go away from my eyes!
My ideal! So brave, so young in the sunny showers!