Fresh new rose
Delighting Spring,
By field and stream,
Singing gaily,
I declare your rarity - to the flowers.

Let your rare gifts be
Freshly sung
By old men and young
On every journey:
And, each in its own tongue,
Let the songbirds sing
Evening and morning
The green leaves among.
Now that the time has come
Let the whole world sing
As is most fitting
Of your high merit:
Who are angelic – among creatures.

Lady, in you there sits
An angel’s likeness:
Lord, how blessed
My desire is!
Your look so joyous
That goes beyond
Nature and custom’s
A thing so wondrous.
The women among us
Call you a living goddess:
And I cannot express
How favoured you seem:
For who can dream – beyond Nature?

Beyond mortal nature
God made your pure beauty
So that you might be
The queen of all here:
So let your gaze from me
Not stray too far away,
And your sweet kindness
Be not cruel to me.
And if you think it wrong
That I should love you,
Don’t hold me guilty too:
Love drives me, against whose course
Strength has no force – nor Measure.