Springtime is here
The birds celebrate her return with festive song,
And murmuring streams are Softly caressed by breezes.
Thunderstorms, the heralds of Spring, roar,
Casting a dark mantle over heaven,
Then they fade away to silence,
And the birds return to their enchanting songs.
On a flowery meadow, with leafy branches
rustling overhead,
the goat-herd sleeps, his faithful dog beside him.
Led by the festive sound of rustic bagpipes,
Nymphs and shepherds dance
Beneath the brilliant canopy of spring.