Tempus es iocundum

Time is joyful,
O maidens,
Now rejoice
You young men.

Oh, oh, oh,
I am completely blooming,
Now with virgin love
I am completely burning,
A new, new love
is what I perish for.

My promise
comforts me,
my denial
carries me away.

In the winter season
a patient man
with a spring-like spirit
is playful.

My virginity
plays with me,
my simplicity
pushes me away.

Come, maiden,
with joy,
come, come, beautiful one
I am perishing.