Here Is The Spring Passing By;
"Good Day, Weaver, Good Day!
My Friend, Lend Me Your Chair,
I Need It For A Day.
I Am He Who Cleanses
The Woods, The Meadows And The Flowers.
Quickly, Lend Me Your Shuttle;
I Am Awaited Elsewhere, You Know."


Here Is The Spring Passing By;
"Good Day, Painter, Good Day!
Your Labouring Hand Grows Weary
As It Makes A Likeness Of The Day.
Quickly, Lend Me Your Palette,
Your Palette And Your Brush.
You Will See The Festive Sky
Revitalised In My Picture.


Here Is The Spring Passing By;
"Good Day, Maidens, Good Day!
Lend Me Your Spindles, I Implore You,
That I In My Turn May Work.
Under The Arbours I Promised
My Wool To The Nests Round About.
I Will Tell You, O Maidens,
The Place Where Love Also Nestles."