1. Welcome, O spring, strutting with radiance
Blowing magic into the tresses of the universe

2. Welcome, O flowers diffusing fragrance
And birds fluttering drunkenly

3. Welcome, O azure sky, delicate complexion
A radiant damsel unveiling without confusion

4. Welcome, O air, water and youth
Revealing the secrets of art openly

5. Welcome, O beauty, love, and dreams
Flowing, and incenses being burned

6. Welcome, O life, smile of a branch
Answering the warbling of birds at dawn

7. Welcome, welcome, spring of songs
For me, O spring, in love there are memories

8. All that is in you, my spring, aroused
In the pillows of love, wine

9. Oh your valley, watered with wishes
Interpreter of beauty and love, poetry

10. Bearing the sigh of my heart to the highest
Heavens, embers of fervent passion

11. The gentle breeze revives wishes
Diffusing fragrance from the smile of flowers

12. The flowers, the flowers, oh longing of my heart
How lovely are the flowers, covering and blossoming

13. How lovely is their bowing with smiles
Fluttering hearts cast embers

14. How lovely is their prostration in the humility of shadows
Yearning for the dark tresses wine-red

15. They are my craving calling gently
My love-struck poet, my beloved pure one

16. I am, O poet of life and love, so dare and kiss the cheek sincerely
Poet of love, the flower sings to you

17. About the beautiful one, my poet, so stay free
Oh my flower, enough torment for me

18. Do not stir the passions, for the heart is more passionate
I, my flower, grew weary of the life of love

19. The love of the beautiful and good is fleeting
The vileness of love in the beautiful one disgusted me

20. So my heart became from that desolate
I stole away on tiptoe to where love is most binding

21. I came, my flower, to where I walk
In the shadows of spring, scattering beauty

22. And an hour passed in which I enjoyed
The flowers in the heat and fervor without stop

23. In it I would kiss the flowers for a bit
Yearningly, and their fragrance envelops me

24. It is an hour in which my torment disappeared
In its bliss and continued

25. I will not forget the masterpieces of art in it
And the passion for flowers and the kiss secretly