Tempus est iocundum,
O virgines,
Modo congaudete
Vos iuvenes.
Oh - oh, totus floreo,
Iam amore virginali
Totus ardeo,
Novus, novus amor est,
Quo pereo.
Mea me comfortat
Promissio,
Mea me deportat
Negatio.
Oh - oh, totus floreo,
Iam amore virginali
Totus ardeo,
Novus, novus amor est,
Quo pereo.
Tempore brumali
Vir patiens,
Animo vernali
Lasciviens.
Oh - oh, totus floreo,
Iam amore virginali
Totus ardeo,
Novus, novus amor est,
Quo pereo.
Mea mecum ludit
Virginitas,
Mea me detrudit
Simplicitas.
Oh - oh, totus floreo,
Iam amore virginali
Totus ardeo,
Novus, novus amor est,
Quo pereo.
Veni, domicella,
Cum gaudio;
Veni, veni, pulchra,
Iam pereo.
Oh - oh, totus floreo,
Iam amore virginali
Totus ardeo,
Novus, novus amor est,
Quo pereo.
It is the time of joy, O maidens, now enjoy yourselves together, O young men.
Oh, oh, I am all aflower, now with my first love I am all afire, a new love it is of which I am dying.
I am elated when I say yes; I am depressed when I say no.
Oh, oh, I am all aflower, now with my first love I am all afire, a new love it is of which I am dying.
In the time of winter a man is sluggish, when spring is in his heart he is wanton.
Oh, oh, I am all aflower, now with my first love I am all afire, a new love it is of which I am dying.
My innocence plays with me, my shyness pushes me back.
Oh, oh, I am all aflower, now with my first love I am all afire, a new love it is of which I am dying.
Come, my mistress, with your joy *; come, come, fair girl, already I die.
Oh, oh, I am all aflower, now with my first love I am all afire, a new love it is of which I am dying.