Tempus Transit [English translation]

The icy-cold is passing,

The world is reborn.

Flowery Spring returns,

Things take shape (again),

Birds sing,

Sing jubilantly.

The air is brighter and milder now,

Clear.

The wood is in leaf and flower now,

The canopy becomes dense.

Beautiful virgins

Play on the grass.

Of the new songs

From their sweet mouths

Birdsong

Declares favour.

The earth is painted with flowers

Pleasant and scented.

The heart is therefore both encircled

and touched by love,

By the loud confused sound of birds and girls.

He spreads his nets,

The lad with the bow, 1

To whom the hall of the gods

offers service;

Whose rule

Is too great to bear,

And by which I am conquered

and wounded.

I fought and was at first reluctant,

But again the lad has me prostrate before Venus.

1. i.e. Cupid