Tempus Transit Gelidum (Time is passing) / Carmina Burana
The icy-cold is passing, The world is reborn. Flowery Spring returns, Things take shape (again), Birds sing, Sing jubilantly. The air is brighter and milder now, Clear. The wood is in leaf and flower now, The canopy becomes dense.
Beautiful virgins Play on the grass. Of the new songs From their sweet mouths Birdsong Declares favour. The earth is painted with flowers Pleasant and scented. The heart is therefore both encircled and touched by love, By the loud confused sound of birds and girls.
He spreads his nets, The lad with the bow, 1 To whom the hall of the gods offers service; Whose rule Is too great to bear, And by which I am conquered and wounded. I fought and was at first reluctant, But again the lad has me prostrate before Venus.
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Tempus transit gelidum Mundus renovatur Verque redit floridum Forma rebus datur Avis modulatur Modulans letatur Lucidior et lenior aer iam Serenatur Iam florea iam frondea silva Comis densatur
Ludunt super gramina Virgines decore Quarum nova carmina Dulci sonant ore Annuunt favore Voluchres canore Favent et odore Tellus picta flore Cor igitur et scingitur et Tangitur amore Virginibus et avibus strepentibus sonore
Tendit modo recia Puer pharetratus Qui deorum curia Prebet famulatus Cuius dominatus Nimium est latus Per hunc triumphatus Sum et sanciatus Pugnaveram et fueram inprimis relucatus Et iterum per puerum sum Veneri prostratus