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Ecce gratum
et optatum
Ver reducit gaudia,
purpuratum
floret pratum,
Sol serenat omnia.
Iamiam cedant tristia!
Estas redit,
nunc recedit
Hyemis sevitia.
Ah!
Iam liquescit
et decrescit
grando, nix et cetera;
bruma fugit,
et iam sugit
Ver Estatis ubera; a wretched soul is
he
illi mens est misera, who does not
live
qui nec vivit, or lust
nec lascivit under summer's rule. Ah!
sub Estatis dextera.
Gloriantur They glory
et letantur and rejoice
in melle dulcedinis, in honeyed
sweetness
qui conantur, who strive
ut utantur to make use of
premio Cupidinis: Cupid's prize;
simus jussu Cypridis at Venus' command
gloriantes let us glory
et letantes and rejoice
pares esse Paridis. in being Paris'
equals. Ah!
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Behold, the pleasant
and longed-for
der Frühling bringt die Freude
zurück
purpuratum violet flowers
floret pratum, fill the meadows,
Sol serenat omnia. the sun brightens
everything,
Iamiam cedant tristia! sadness is now at
an end!
Estas redit, Summer returns,
nunc recedit now withdraw
Hyemis sevitia. the rigours of winter.
Ah!
Iam liquescit Now melts
et decrescit and disappears
ice, snow and the rest,
der Winter verschwindet
and now spring sucks at summer's
breast:
Ver Estatis ubera; a wretched soul is
he
illi mens est misera, who does not
live
qui nec vivit, or lust
nec lascivit under summer's rule. Ah!
sub Estatis dextera.
Gloriantur They glory
et letantur and rejoice
in melle dulcedinis, in honeyed
sweetness
qui conantur, who strive
ut utantur to make use of
premio Cupidinis: Cupid's prize;
simus jussu Cypridis at Venus' command
gloriantes let us glory
et letantes and rejoice
pares esse Paridis. in being Paris'
equals. Ah!
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