Just as we see the lights in heaven
Gild the night with their brightness,
So we see here ladies
Adorn the evenings with their beauty;

Just as we see in a meadow
Beauty painted on the flowers,
So this holy band
Is beautiful in its thousand colours.

The Cyprian goddess [Venus] and her naked Graces,
Abandoning their homes,
Have come here to the feast
To make night into fair day.

These are not mortal women
Who light you with their eyes,
These are eternal goddesses
Who have, for a day, left the heavens.

When love loses his [weapon, fires?]
And his darts drenched in pain,
He will find enough arrows
In the eyes of these ladies here.

Love who causes our distress
Through the cruelty of his darts
Makes his bow from their blond tresses
And his arrows from their glances.

We no longer need wish
That another season might arrive,
Here is spring, breathing out
Flowers in the midst of winter.

This month of January, which is better
Than April because of the power in the eyes
Of these maidens, makes ashamed
Even the most graceful spring.

The great god who shoots the thunderbolts
Can live in the sky without me;
I am quite happy seeing on earth
That beauty] which can wound Jupiter.

The gods, smitten as we are,
Leave their dwelling for love;
But I never see men
Going up there to make love!