There near the green hill shine
Picture-perfect little flowers, as beautiful as gold;
As they are harbingers of spring,
All people are fond of them.

Cowslips [literally "key-flowers"] is their name
And their scent is as sweet as honey,
Competing with violets
They spice up the balmy air.

They, the first children of spring,
Awakened very early already,
They rose from the darkness of the grave
Before Easter morning dawned.

They happily unlocked the earth
With the first breezes of spring
And proclaim that there approaches
The resurrection of all blossoms.

Queen of Heaven, let these little flowers
Be a sign for you,
That I gladly consecrate to you
The keys of the shrine of my heart.

Unlock it early to [receive] virtue,
Already in youth make it rich,
Let it shine golden and pure
Just like the modest little flowers.