Selig

Blessed, blessed is the joy,
blessed is this joyful springtime,
blessed is the bird singing,
blessed is the river, blessed is the forest!
You see flowers blooming everywhere
through the green grass pushing through,
more than I could ever imagine.
Dancing and jumping, the young ones resist.

Blessed, blessed is the joy,
blessed is this joyful springtime,
blessed is the bird singing,
blessed is the river, blessed is the forest!

Good for you, good for you, lovely lady!
Good for you, that you may always be blessed!
Good for you, you can bear the pain,
as love has a heart that’s been wounded.
Your many rose-colored lips,
so sweetly would laugh,
as the rose blooms in the garden
can bring joy to your sparkling eyes.

Blessed, blessed is the joy,
blessed is this joyful springtime,
blessed is the bird singing,
blessed is the river, blessed is the forest!

Lady, lady, blessed lady,
you warm my heart, you’re dear to me for all women:
this I have rarely enjoyed:
therefore I won’t sing more about it.
It seems to you like a game.
You’ve often made me feel sad:
that’s why I look so gloomy.
From being closed off, I find joy in your love.

Blessed, blessed is the joy,
blessed is this joyful springtime,
blessed is the bird singing,
blessed is the river, blessed is the forest!

Weapons, weapons against love!
I will scream over them forever more.
I was bound to you there:
now let me go sadly from you.
You’ve done me wrong.
You must wound another
heart and all the senses.
I’ve found that what you do brings such pain.