Let me greet you, o May, with your flowery sky,
With your spring, with your sea of joy.
Let me greet you, with your cheerful swarm
Of newly living creatures all around me.

Your divine breath flows through the murky grey of the breezes,
And mountains, valleys and meadows soon turn green.
Gentle scents of balsam stir pleasingly,
The ether's clear blue laughs brightly.

The pulse of the Earth is waking up, life's barren halls
Are getting dressed out with fresh silver sparkle;
They are processing towards you, towards your temple of joy,
The youngest Horae are coming with a garland of flowers.

The swallow is arriving, the larks are singing sweet songs,
The stream through the forest murmurs out of the green night;
And each note and each sound returns again
To make a celebratory hymn in a harmonious choir.

Oh, for a long time I have been far away from my quiet home valley,
Where your luscious stream flows so beautifully;
But now I shall scoop up a full bowl
From the spring that flows into its lap.

In fact the olive tree blossoms there, along with almonds and oranges,
The grape tastes so sweet on the beach;
Life slips by gently in a simple dance,
And the heart beats more freely in the warmer country.

But even the soft apricot blossoms lovingly,
And warm hearts bear witness to my fatherland,
And our late roses delight me in the extreme,
Those plucked by Silli's faithful lily-white hand.

Let me sink onto your breast, putting my trust in you, nature,
Refresh the pure courage of life for me;
I want to drink as much cheerfulness as possible
And allow the glow of joy to flow through me anew.

Let me greet you, o May, with your seas of joy,
With your pleasure, with the magnificence of your flowers;
You beautiful lad, dry up each tear,
Brighten every dark fateful night!