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.