Tomorrow let him love who has never loved, and who has loved, let him love tomorrow!
Fresh Spring, already melodious Spring: the world is born in Spring;
loves harmonize in Spring, birds wed in Spring,
and the forest lets down its hair beneath fertilizing showers.
Tomorrow the uniter of loves, among the shadows of the trees,
weaves verdant huts of myrtle branches,
tomorrow Dione declares the law, seated on her lofty throne.

Tomorrow let him love who has never loved, and who has loved, let him love tomorrow!
 
On such a day [the sea]1 from a foaming sphere of [blood]2 from above
among throngs of blue, among two-legged horses,
created Dione, surging from the [billows of the sea]3.

Tomorrow let him love who has never loved, and who has loved, let him love tomorrow!
 
She herself paints the year purple with flowery jewels;
the buds that spring up under the breath of the west wind
she herself urges into fruitful swellings; of the shining dew,
the exhalation that night leaves behind, she scatters the damp waters.
[The]4 sparkling tears tremble with their pendent burden:
a precarious droplet checks its fall in a tiny orb.
Behold, the purple of the flowers has revealed their modesty!
That liquid that falls as dew from the stars on clear nights,
in the morning opens the virginal buds with a watery cloak.
In the morning she herself bade the roses, dewy virgins, to marry:
She who was [made]5 from [Cypriot]6 blood and from Love's kisses
and from gems and from flames and from purple sunlight 
tomorrow her redness, which lurked beneath a fiery garment,
wedded with a single bond, will not be ashamed to set free.

Tomorrow let him love who has never loved, and who has loved, let him love tomorrow!

The goddess herself has bidden the nymphs to go to the myrtle grove:
her Son accompanies the maidens; nor yet can it be believed 
that Love is on holiday, if he carries arrows:
"Go, nymphs, he has put down his weapons, Love is on holiday!
He is bidden to go unarmed, he is bidden to go naked,
lest he wound anyone with bow or arrow or fire.
But still be on your guard, nymphs, for Cupid is comely:
And Love is fully armed, even when naked."

"Venus sends virgins to you with suitable modesty:
there is one thing we ask: withdraw, Delian virgin,
so that the wood may be unstained by the slaughter of wild [beasts,
and may cast verdant shadows upon flowers standing upright.]1
She would like to invite you, if she might prevail on your modesty;
she would like you to come, if it befits a virgin.
Now for three festal nights you would see choruses 
gathered among throngs to go through your woodlands,
among garlands of flowers, among huts of myrtle.
Neither Ceres nor Bacchus is absent, nor the god of poets.
[The whole night is to be prolonged and kept awake with singing]2:
May Dione reign in the forests! Withdraw, O Delia!"

Tomorrow let him love who has never loved, and who has loved, let him love tomorrow!

The goddess has ordered her tribunal to be set up among the flowers of Hybla;
presiding, she will declare the law, and the Graces [will seat]1 themselves by her side.
Hybla, scatter all your flowers, whatever the year has brought;
Hybla, [take]2 up your garment of flowers, across the whole plain of Etna.
Here were the maidens of the country or of the mountains,
Some inhabiting forests, some groves, some springs:
the winged [Youth's]3 mother has bidden them all to attend,
he has bidden the maidens to put no trust in Love, even when he is naked.

Tomorrow let him love who has never loved, and who has loved, let him love tomorrow!

[Tomorrow]1 is the day when primal Aether will have been joined in marriage,
[that]2 as a father he [might create]3 the whole year from the vernal mists:
into the nurturing spouse's lap flows the fertilizing rain,
whence mingled with the great body he might nourish all the fruits.
The procreator herself with her pervading breath
inwardly governs blood and mind with hidden powers;
and through sky and through earth and through sea beneath 
she has strewn her pervasive course with a path of seeds
and bidden the world to know the ways of propagation.

Fresh Spring, already melodious Spring: the world is born in Spring;
loves harmonize in Spring, birds wed in Spring,
and the forest lets down its hair beneath fertilizing showers.
Tomorrow the uniter of loves, among the shadows of the trees,
weaves verdant huts of myrtle branches,
tomorrow Dione declares the law, seated on her lofty throne.

Tomorrow let him love who has never loved, and who has loved, let him love tomorrow!

She herself transformed the progeny of Troy into Latins;
she herself gave her son the Laurentine maidMmen as a bride,
and afterwards gives to Mars a chaste virgin from the shrine;
she herself arranged the Romans' marriage  to the Sabine women,
whence she would create the Ramnes and the Quirites, and for the sake of the race
descended from Romulus, the Caesars, father and nephew.

 Tomorrow let him love who has never loved, and who has loved, let him love tomorrow!
 
Delight makes the country fertile, the country feels Venus's influence,
They say Love himself, Dione's son, was born in the country.
When the field gave birth, she took him to her bosom.
She reared him on the delicate kisses of flowers.
 
Tomorrow let him love who has never loved, and who has loved, let him love tomorrow!
 
Behold, now the bulls stretch their flanks [beneath]1 the broom,
each secure in the marital compact that binds him!
In the shadows with their spouses, behold the flocks of sheep!
And the goddess bids the songbirds not to be silent:
now the raucous voices of the chattering swans echo in their pools;
the bride of Tereus responds from the shade of a poplar,
so that you might think it the loving utterance of a musical mouth,
and not the complaint of a sister against a barbarous husband.
She sings, we remain silent. When does my Spring come?
When may I become like the swallow, and break my silence?
I have lost my Muse by my silence, nor does [Phoebus]2 have regard for me:
Thus did silence ruin Amyclae when it failed to speak.
 
Tomorrow let him love who has never loved, and who has loved, let him love tomorrow!