I saw cheeks wither, and the strength of the arms grow old;
You my heart! you do not yet age; as Luna did to her beloved,
The child of heaven, joy, woke you again from sleep;
For She awakens with me to new, glowing youth[;]
My sister, sweet Nature, and my beloved valleys
Smile at me, and my more beloved groves,
Full of delightful bird song, and frolicking breezes,
In wild joy they rejoicingly send the greeting of the friendly one towards me.
You who rejuvenate hearts and meadows, holy Spring,
Hail to you! first-born of time! refreshing Spring,
First-born in the womb of time! Powerful one! Hail to you,
Hail, the fetter broke, and festive singing sounds for you,
Such that the shores quake, the river, we young men stagger[,]
Rejoice out to where the river praises you; we reveal, you lovely one,
Our glowing breast to your breath of love, and plunge down
Into the river, and rejoice with it, and call you brother.

  Brother! How beautifully, with thousand-fold happiness
Ah! and with thousand-fold love in the smiling aether
Your earth dances along, since from Elysium’s valleys
You approached her [earth] with your magical staff, heavenly youth!
Did we not see how she now greets in a friendlier manner the proud beloved,
The holy day, when, emboldened by his victory over the shadows, 
He flames gallantly over the mountains! how she [earth], gently blushing, shrouded in
The veil of silvery scents, looks up in sweet expectation,
Until she glows with his light, and her peaceful children
All, flowers and groves, and sowings and sprouting vines.

  Slumber, slumber now, with your peaceful children,
Mother Earth! for Apollo has long since [driven]1 his glowing stallions
To rest, and the friendly heroes of the sky,
Perseus yonder, and Hercules there, in quiet love
They travel past, and the whispering night-breeze quietly roams
Through your happy sowing, and the brooks that sound from faraway
Whisper slumber songs into [the breeze],