Garland the casks
And draw me some wine,
May has begun,
We must be joyful!
The winds fall mute,
And hardly breathe anymore;
The little bees buzz around
The blossoming tree.

The nightingale flutes
In the green bushes;
Evening light casts a red glow
Upon our glasses and table.
Garland the casks
And draw me some wine,
May has begun,
We must be joyful!

To the meal, to the meal
Bring the bottles!
Two full goblets 
Are appropriate for May.
Upon the blossoms May drips
Gilded redness;
The birds sit upon their eggs
Because May commanded it.

Upon the grove May bestows 
Amorous songs;
And melodious ringing
Upon the glasses of those drinking wine.
May gives maidens and lads
A feeling of love,
And wondrous gifts
For kissing and playing.

Grove and meadows
Greet their darling May;
All of nature dissolves
In bliss.
To the meal, to the meal
Bring the bottles!
Two full goblets
Are appropriate for May.

My brethren, my brethren,
Why do you hang back here?
Rejoice in joyful songs
And drink with me!
May the arbour, which holds kisses,
Grow green;
May the grapes, from which
Flows nectar, grow!

May the carousing ones,
In order to rejoice in May,
Never be short of a sparkling beaker
And of Rhine-wine!
A kiss is sweeter yet,
And makes us healthy.
Therefore may he who kisses
Never be short of a crimson mouth!

Continue sounding, ye groves,
When Phoebus has flown,
Your swirling song
To our wine-drinking!
Ye breezy expanses,
Remain merry and bright;
Ye blossoming trees,
Do not fade so quickly!