Ecce gratum et optatumVer reducit gaudia:Purpuratum floret pratum,Sol serenat omnia.Iam iam cedant tristia!Estas redit nunc recedit,Hiemis sevitia.
Iam liquescit et descrescitGrando, nix et cetera;Bruma fugit, et iam sugitVeris tellus ubera.Illi mens est misera,Qui nec vivit nec lascivitSub estatis dextera!
Gloriantur et letanturIn melle dulcedinis,Qui conantur, ut utanturPremio Cupidinis.Simus iussu Cypridis gloriantes et letantesPares esse Paridis!
Behold the pleasant and longed-forSpring brings back joyfulness,Violet flowers fill the meadows,The sun brightens everything,Sadness is now at an end!Summer returns, now withdrawThe rigors of winter.
Now melts and disappearsIce, snow, and the rest,Winter flees, and nowSpring sucks at summer’s breast:A wretched soul is heWho does not live or lustUnder summer’s rule.
They glory and rejoiceIn honeyed sweetnessWho strive to make use ofCupid’s prize;At Venus’ commandLet us glory and rejoiceIn being Paris’ equals.