Spring rain, spring rain,
Flow down gently and warmly,
Come, you last, best blessing,
The meadow is waiting for you full of yearning!

What the happy sunbeam,
What all breezes could not accomplish,
Everything is suddenly wakened
Only by your quiet falling and sounding.

Every little grass lifts itself up jauntily,
All buds open,
Every haulm, newly animated,
Is happy with all its heart.

Forest and meadow adorn themselves
With the beautiful green raiment,
And every birdlet in the territory
Must be successful in singing its new song.

All ruffle up their feathers
Merrily upon the swaying branches,
Down through the spicily scented air there sounds:
Warm rain, thank you, thanks!

You have loosened all restrictions,
You benevolent one, so gently and mildly,
Let now once again over the land
The sun shine brightly!