May-time, beautifully formed,
time moves forward in its division;
the blackbird clearly sings his songs
praise of day’s (sun’s) scarce spear.
The rough-colored cuckoo calls;
to welcome summer’s arrival:
settled is a bitter age
in entering a silver forest of trees.
The swallow freely leaps;
(circling) a gentle song (the hill)
crops growing soft and rich;
(the stammering marsh announces).
The corncrake speaks strongly;
a young, high waterfall sings
welcome to the warm (wave);
discussion of rushes has come.