Veris laeta faciesmundo propinquatur.Hiemalis aciesvicta iam fugatur.in vestitu varioFlora principatur,nemorum dulcisonoquae cantu celebratur.
Florae fusus gremioPhoebus novo morerisum dat, hoc varioiam stipatae flore.Zephyrus nectareospirans it odore.certatim pro braviocurramus in amore.
Cytharizat canticodulcis Philomena.flore rident varioprata iam serena.salit coetus aviumsilvae per amoena.chorus promit virginumiam gaudia millena.
The merry face of SpringTurns to the worldSharp winterNow flees, vanquishedBedecked in various coloursFlora reignsThe harmony of the woodsPraises her in song. Ah !
Lying in Flora's lapPhoebus once moreSmiles, now coveredIn many-coloured flowersZephyr breathes nectar-Scented BreezesLet us rush to competeFor love's prize. Ah !
In harp-like tones singsThe sweet nightingaleWith many flowersThe joyous meadows are laughingA flock of birds rises upThrough the pleasant ForestsThe chorus of maidensAlready promises a thousand joys. Ah !