The clouds have vanished,
Vanished overnight!
Spring is coming along
With all its bliss and splendour.

Hark! what a ringing all about,
So bright, so morning-clear:
You, too, begin to sing
And offer a song to [springtime]!

As joyfully as the trees laugh 
From the rocks into the land,
Oh! thus you, too, should awaken,
My heart, after all the horror!

And as the brooks run
Along the path in the sun's radiance,
Oh fix, oh fix your musings
Utterly upon joy and happiness!

As briskly as the woods sough,
As jauntily as the May breezes pass,
Let sweep forth and roll out
Your bright morning song!

Arise, arise! and let it resound!
All the heights are listening,
And begin to sing:
How beautiful is the world!

  If spring comes already in winter,
Well! who shall deter it,
And not immediately in rejoicing tones
Sing in its honour!
  Though the bird be yet distant,
Lo! how perkily and recklessly
Flowers, star beside star,
Laugh to meet the sun!

  The forest begins to bud
Without any long questioning;
Fields and meadows grow green
Merrily without hesitation;
  The edges of the clouds are bordered
Round and round with loveliness:
Well! who would, dully and mutely,
Stand staring into the calendar!

  When spring comes and once acts
Exactly as it pleases,
Without choosing, takes winter 
Roughly by the hair:
  Then thank, oh thank it undismayed,
Yes! and grasp it with your spirit:
Only always briskly and gladly dared,
Whoever wishes to win!