Section: Primo Vere (Spring)

Ecce gratum Behold the pleasant
et optatum and the desired
Ver reducit gaudia, spring brings back the joyfulness
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

Iam liquescit Now melts
et decrescit and disappears
grando, nix et cetera; hail, snow and the rest
bruma fugit, winter flees
et iam sugit and now spring sucks
Ver Estatis ubera; at summer's breast
illi mens est misera, a wretched soul is he
qui nec vivit, who does not live
nec lascivit or lust
sub Estatis dextera. under the wing of summer

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