The world is dreaming the dream of spring,
It stands resplendent in its bridal adornment.
In the garden the cherry tree is blossoming,
The gorse upon the heath.
Oh see, oh see, how heavenward
The merry larks are ascending!
Forget your pain, you dull heart,
And let your laments fall silent.

The world is trembling in rapture.
Oh blessed springtime celebration!
Even around the burial mounds, spring
Is weaving the veil of blossoms.
It is as if the hands of the dead
Were offering us flowery wreaths,
As if, from the land of spirits, there sounded
[The command to] be joyful in springtime!

Oh heart, be joyful in the radiance of the sun,
Savour the short hours!
The hand of springtime has twined
A fresh wreath for every person.
The swallow travels high in the blue
And the well-spring gushes merrily. --
My heart, forget the dreary song
Of the suns that have set!