Just a few flowers, humble violets,
they are the breath of April
With their tender fragrance

And for you
I have snatched them from the sunshine...
If they could speak

You would hear them say:
We are timid and shy daughters of spring
We are your friends;

We shall die this evening,
But we are happy
To wish you, who love the unfortunate

May heaven grant you
All the good things that it is possible to hope for.
And in my heart adds

A modest but sincere word
May your life which brings comfort to others
Be eternal spring...

Ah, desire to accept
All that I can offer!