1. The rain's tear has made the garden laugh,
And the flowers crown the idle staff.

2. The roses chortle for the morning breeze,
Their mouths filled with pieces of gold.

3. With spring coming, intent,
Hosts that fail not in manners,

4. Their branches standing on feet,
And the vines kneeling over knees.

5. The clouds reached before its advance,
Sprinkling its path with wreaths.

6. The land stretched to tread its pace,
With meadows of reeds from its yards.

7. Dew scattered over the waters,
Like pearls in the cup of the pond.

8. The birds sang in warbling tones,
That make the pipers forget their reeds.

9. The staffs swayed, enraptured by their rhymes,
And we more entitled than them to rapture.

10. So rise with us, let's seize the joy, and live
In congratulations, for the good turn of fate.

11. And let not the chance of time go unheeded,
For who knows what the days to come hold.