Latin lyrics:
Laetabundus rediit
Avium concentus
Ver iocundum prodiit
Gaudeat iuventus
Nova ferens gaudia
Modo vernant omnia
Phoebus serenatur
Redolens temperiem
Novo flore faciem
Flora renovatur
Aestivant nunc Dryades
Colle sub umbroso
Prodeunt Oreades
Coetu glorioso
Satyrorum concio
Psallit c** tripudio
Tempe per amoena
His alludens concinit
c** iocundi meminit
Veris, philomena
Applaudamus igitur
Rerum novitati
Felix qui diligitur
Voti compos grati
Dono laetus Veneris
Cuius ara teneris
Floribus odorat.
Miser e contrario
Qui sublato brabio
Sine spe laborat.
English translation:
The wandering birdsong choir
Is returning joyfully home
Spring makes her gleeful entrance
All that is young rejoices
At the fresh delight she brings
All at once all is green
Sunny Phoebus smiles serenely
The air smells sweet and temperate
The landscape blooms anew
Flora's been restored to life.
Now the Dryads can
Spend summer cavorting in the shade
Where the Oreads show themselves
All greeting each other splendidly
A string band of Satyrs
Zithers away, hooves stomping
Delighted, the Tempe valley
Joins in with the festivities
Alight with newly-remembered joy
It's all true, nightingale.
Let's show our appreciation
Then at the newness of all things
Happy be he who is chosen
His wish will be graciously granted
Offer joyful thanks to Venus
Let her altar be bedecked
Most reverently with flowers
Wretched be he, however,
Who deems himself above such things
For he will certainly strive in vain.
Laetabundus rediit
Avium concentus
Ver iocundum prodiit
Gaudeat iuventus
Nova ferens gaudia
Modo vernant omnia
Phoebus serenatur
Redolens temperiem
Novo flore faciem
Flora renovatur
Aestivant nunc Dryades
Colle sub umbroso
Prodeunt Oreades
Coetu glorioso
Satyrorum concio
Psallit c** tripudio
Tempe per amoena
His alludens concinit
c** iocundi meminit
Veris, philomena
Applaudamus igitur
Rerum novitati
Felix qui diligitur
Voti compos grati
Dono laetus Veneris
Cuius ara teneris
Floribus odorat.
Miser e contrario
Qui sublato brabio
Sine spe laborat.
English translation:
The wandering birdsong choir
Is returning joyfully home
Spring makes her gleeful entrance
All that is young rejoices
At the fresh delight she brings
All at once all is green
Sunny Phoebus smiles serenely
The air smells sweet and temperate
The landscape blooms anew
Flora's been restored to life.
Now the Dryads can
Spend summer cavorting in the shade
Where the Oreads show themselves
All greeting each other splendidly
A string band of Satyrs
Zithers away, hooves stomping
Delighted, the Tempe valley
Joins in with the festivities
Alight with newly-remembered joy
It's all true, nightingale.
Let's show our appreciation
Then at the newness of all things
Happy be he who is chosen
His wish will be graciously granted
Offer joyful thanks to Venus
Let her altar be bedecked
Most reverently with flowers
Wretched be he, however,
Who deems himself above such things
For he will certainly strive in vain.