Ecce Gratum [English translation]

Behold the pleasant and longed-for

Spring brings back joyfulness,

Violet flowers fill the meadows,

The sun brightens everything,

Sadness is now at an end!

Summer returns, now withdraw

The rigors of winter.

Now melts and disappears

Ice, snow, and the rest,

Winter flees, and now

Spring sucks at summer’s breast:

A wretched soul is he

Who does not live or lust

Under summer’s rule.

They glory and rejoice

In honeyed sweetness

Who strive to make use of

Cupid’s prize;

At Venus’ command

Let us glory and rejoice

In being Paris’ equals.