Behold the welcome
and desired
Spring brings back joys,
Purple
flowers the meadow,
The sun calms everything.
Let sadness give way to Jamia!
East returns,
now retreats
Winter's wildness.
The mist flees,
and already sucks
Spring's breasts;
His mind is miserable,
He who neither lives, nor frolics
under the right hand of the Estate.

those who try
to use
the prize of Cupid:
we are at the command of Cyprids
glorying
and exulting
to be equal to Paris.

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