I love summer, the season of flowers,
When the birds sing beneath the bloom;
But I consider winter more pleasing,
For more enjoyment is accorded me;
And when one sees one's source of joy
It is right and proper
That one should be more charming and cheerful.

Now I have joy and am happy,
And my honor has been restored,
And never will I go elsewhere,
And I will not seek others' winnings,
For now I know indeed
That whoever waits is wise,
And whoever frets is a fool.

I have long been in distress,
And troubled about my situation
For never was I so soundly asleep
That I could not awake from fright;
But now I see, think, and feel
That I have come through this ordeal,
And I never want to return to it.

All those whom I have obeyed
Have great respect for me,
For I am back again with my happiness,
And praise her and God and them for it;
They now have their thanks and their reward,
And whatever I may have said about it,
There I stay and there am satisfied.

But because I have departed from this [torment],
I will never believe a flatterer;
For I never was so alienated from love
That now with it I am not healthy and healed;
A wiser man than I can err,
Therefore I know well indeed
That true love never betrayed anyone.

I should have gone to bed clothed
Rather than been naked under the covers,
And I can call for you as testimony
The night that I was attacked;
It will always cause me pain,
For they ran away laughing,
And I still sigh and dream about it.

But I myself am troubled
And bewildered about one thing:
Everything the brother denies me
I hear the sister grant;
And yet no one has so much of the sense
That one can commonly have,
That one shouldn't lean in some direction.

In the month of April, at Eastertime,
When the birds begin their sweet cries,
Then do I wish my song to be heard:
So learn it, singers!
And you should all together know
That I consider myself rich and well-off
Because I have cast off a senseless burden.