1. O fluttering youth, who has fashioned
This beauty in its bloom and arrogance?

2. Who melted radiance into it, and from whose
Songs of passion did its chords sigh?

3. Who aimed and hit with images of seduction
Shot from its flowers at its stems?

4. And the languor in your eyes with that glamour
Is the sorcery of life in its domains.

5. This beauty was fashioned by one for whom
Time's turning could not steal it away.

6. Fashioned it in childhood's contentment
With the glow of the hearth and its flame.

7. I wondered, what is love, what passion, what
Are the whispers that hint of its secrets?

8. A gaze like a prayer, drawing close to God
And nearing His glory and might.

9. O springtime of life with no hint of
Its greens or its reds fading away,

10. O springtime of life in everything
Of its scents and burgeoning sway,

11. You came to welcome the spring, born anew,
Gleeful on the meadows at play.

12. Blessed the spring's birth and its cheer
With the grasslands' return to green arrays,

13. In it wonders wrought by the Painter and feats
Marvelous in their order and showers.

14. Tales sung by the meadows, life
By the earth, and over it charged zephyrs.

15. You came to welcome the spring, and inhale
The scent of life from its breezes.

16. Youth circled around you, each
Enraptured by beauty in its pride.

17. They worshipped your radiant face and came
To pluck the fragrance from its flowers.

18. They drew near to read affection's sweet lines
And verses of love in its traces.

19. They drowned your spirit in affection and so
My heart quaked for you from its depths.