The cold icy world is melting,
I hear the tambourine of spring nymphs.
I can hear their laughter
between the blooming trees.
I can see their naked feet
as they dance through the world.
I can feel their curious looks
as my heart stings within me.
Their song of joy and beauty
makes my old heart heavy,
for it is still winter and I hope
I can see those maidens be joyful still.
