Come, come, for the rose garden has bloomed

Come, come, for the beloved has arrived

Bring at once all soul and world

Entrust to the sun, for it has drawn its sword well

Laugh at that ugly one who shows off

Weep for that friend who has been cut off from the friend

Riot the whole city when the rumor fell

That the madman has once again escaped from the chain

What day is this, what day is this, such a day of resurrection?

Has the book of deeds perhaps flown from the horizons?

Beat the drums and say nothing else

What place is there for heart and intellect when even the soul has fled?