The time is happy, girls
just join in the joy, you boys.
Oh, oh, I am in full blossom
Already I burn with new-arisen love
New, new love it is which kills me.
My beloved one1 sings so sweetly
and is heard making music; i am on fire on the inside.
Oh, oh...
It's the girls' flower that I love
and the rose of roses, which I often see
Oh, oh...
My promise comforts me
My rejection overthrows me
Oh, oh...
My virginity plays with me
My simplicity distracts me
Oh, oh...
Be silent, beloved, at once!
Arise, my song, from my heart!
Oh, oh...
In winter-time man is patient
But with a vernal mind he is lascivious
Oh, oh...
Come, my little mistress, with joy!
come, come, my beauty, I am already dying!
1. philomena is actually Ancient Greek für "beloved one"