Now have I bidden farewell 
To the Spring, that is ah! how fleet
And a long farewell to my lover, 
Alas! how long is the pain!
Truly the flowers in a year 
will blossom afresh at my feet.
But never the season return 
When I and my darling shall meet.
Who gave me a gift so precious, 
But left me to love it in vain?
The Master of Magic who sent it, 
Ah! surely could send it again.
If only to darken the darkness, 
O Thou in Thy heavens above,
Why dost Thou light for a moment
The lamp of a beautiful thing?
Who is there now that will carry
My little winegourd for love,
When I go next year to the meadow
To look on the joy of the Spring?