Tempus es iocundum
Carmina Burana
Time is joyful
Time is joyful,
O maidens,
Now rejoice
You young men.
Oh, oh, oh,
I am completely blooming,
Now with virgin love
I am completely burning,
A new, new love
is what I perish for.
My promise
comforts me,
my denial
carries me away.
In the winter season
a patient man
with a spring-like spirit
is playful.
My virginity
plays with me,
my simplicity
pushes me away.
Come, maiden,
with joy,
come, come, beautiful one
I am perishing.
