"Ah! How March is a lovely month!
This is the month of surprises.
From morning to night in the woods,
Everything changes with the breezes.
The stream is no longer numb,
The earth is no longer hard,
The wind blowing from the south
Prepare the greenery.
The nightingale did not come
Filled with sweet notes,
But already on the bare beech
The linnets resonate.
Over the hedge awake,
Proud of its blooming flowers,
We see the peachtree in the sun
Open its pink buds.
Frost and wind, rain and sun,
So everything has charms,
Mars has a ruddy face
And smiles in his tears."