5 Ecce gratum (Chorus) (Behold, the pleasant spring)

Ecce gratum      Behold, the pleasant
et optatum      and longed-for
Ver reducit gaudia,      spring brings back joyfulness,
purpuratum      violet flowers
floret pratum,      fill the meadows,
Sol serenat omnia.      the sun brightens everything,
Iamiam cedant tristia!      sadness is now at an end!
Estas redit,      Summer returns,
nunc recedit      now withdraw
Hyemis sevitia.      the rigours of winter. Ah!

Iam liquescit      Now melts
et decrescit      and disappears
grando, nix et cetera;      ice, snow and the rest,
bruma fugit,      winter flees,
et iam sugit      and now spring sucks at summer’s breast:
Ver Estatis ubera;      a wretched soul is he
illi mens est misera,      who does not live
qui nec vivit,      or lust
nec lascivit      under summer’s rule. Ah!
sub Estatis dextera.

Gloriantur      They glory
et letantur      and rejoice
in melle dulcedinis,      in honeyed sweetness
qui conantur,      who strive
ut utantur      to make use of
premio Cupidinis:      Cupid’s prize;
simus jussu Cypridis      at Venus’ command
gloriantes      let us glory
et letantes      and rejoice
pares esse Paridis.      in being Paris’ equals. Ah!

Uf dem anger

6. Tanz (Dance)

7. Floret silva nobilis (The woods are burgeoning)

(Chorus)
Floret silva nobilis      The noble woods are burgeoning
floribus et foliis.      with flowers and leaves.

(Small Chorus)
Ubi est antiquus      Where is the lover
meus amicus?      I knew? Ah!
Hinc equitavit,      He has ridden off!
eia, quis me amabit?      Oh! Who will love me? Ah!

(Chorus)
Floret silva undique,      The woods are burgeoning all over,
nah min gesellen ist mir we.      I am pining for my lover.

(Small Chorus)
Gruonet der walt allenthalben,      The woods are turning green all over,
wa ist min geselle alse lange?      why is my lover away so long? Ah!
Der ist geriten hinnen,      He has ridden off,
o wi, wer sol mich minnen?      Oh woe, who will love me? Ah!

Well, after a long period not updating here, this page is updated with one of my favorites. Two pieces from Carmina Burana by Carl Orff. Orff is probably the greatest German musician of third Reich era.
Carmina Burana was his first major work, based on Latin and German poems of before 13th century, found in a chapel.
Here you can listen to Ecce gratum, it’s fifth part and Tanz and Floret silva nobilis it’s sixth and seventh parts.
Poems are as follows:

5 Ecce gratum (Chorus) (Behold, the pleasant spring)

Ecce gratum      Behold, the pleasant
et optatum      and longed-for
Ver reducit gaudia,      spring brings back joyfulness,
purpuratum      violet flowers
floret pratum,      fill the meadows,
Sol serenat omnia.      the sun brightens everything,
Iamiam cedant tristia!      sadness is now at an end!
Estas redit,      Summer returns,
nunc recedit      now withdraw
Hyemis sevitia.      the rigours of winter. Ah!

Iam liquescit      Now melts
et decrescit      and disappears
grando, nix et cetera;      ice, snow and the rest,
bruma fugit,      winter flees,
et iam sugit      and now spring sucks at summer’s breast:
Ver Estatis ubera;      a wretched soul is he
illi mens est misera,      who does not live
qui nec vivit,      or lust
nec lascivit      under summer’s rule. Ah!
sub Estatis dextera.

Gloriantur      They glory
et letantur      and rejoice
in melle dulcedinis,      in honeyed sweetness
qui conantur,      who strive
ut utantur      to make use of
premio Cupidinis:      Cupid’s prize;
simus jussu Cypridis      at Venus’ command
gloriantes      let us glory
et letantes      and rejoice
pares esse Paridis.      in being Paris’ equals. Ah!

Uf dem anger

6. Tanz (Dance)

7. Floret silva nobilis (The woods are burgeoning)

(Chorus)
Floret silva nobilis      The noble woods are burgeoning
floribus et foliis.      with flowers and leaves.

(Small Chorus)
Ubi est antiquus      Where is the lover
meus amicus?      I knew? Ah!
Hinc equitavit,      He has ridden off!
eia, quis me amabit?      Oh! Who will love me? Ah!

(Chorus)
Floret silva undique,      The woods are burgeoning all over,
nah min gesellen ist mir we.      I am pining for my lover.

(Small Chorus)
Gruonet der walt allenthalben,      The woods are turning green all over,
wa ist min geselle alse lange?      why is my lover away so long? Ah!
Der ist geriten hinnen,      He has ridden off,
o wi, wer sol mich minnen?      Oh woe, who will love me? Ah!