May Day
May Day, delightful daybrilliant time of year
birds sing a full lay
before the sun has cast its rays
Loud the cuckoo calls
and nods to the feast of summer
the sickle of the storm ceases
which tore at the branches of the wood
Summer cuts the little stream
swift steeds seek the pools
long spreads the heather
fine fair ferns flourish
Flowers shine from the hawthorn hedge
water flows in smooth currents
bringing sleep to the salt sea
Little strong bees bear
bundles brought from blossoms
The generous mountain carries
lean calves in plenty
Music plays in the woods
harmony bringing healing peace
dust and fog are blown from homes
and from the full lake pool
The cake of well-guarded grain speaks
the high waterfall sings anew
welcome to the warm pool
rustling comes to the reeds
Swallows flit on high
loudness of music pours from the hills
good fodder for beasts in the meadow
wounds inflicted are healed
Leaves spread on beech twigs
the cuckoo calls loud and high
the speckled trout leaps
strong is the swift skirmisher’s limb
The strength of men returns
the mighty slopes are young again
Fair are the clear woodlands
fair every great wide meadow
Sweet time of year
gone are the gusts of wicked winter
the forest shines, the waves are wide
all is peaceful, summer is joyous
A flock of birds comes together
in the place where the woman is
chirping in the green meadow
where the green river flows
Fiercely racing, horses run
the thronging crowd stands round
brilliant is the shining marsh
the golden iris is there
Weak is the man who fears noise
the strong man sings out loud
he sings in delight
"May day, delightful day!"
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