Flores apparuérunt in terra nostra,
The flowers appeared in our land,
Tempus putatiónis advénit,
The time for pruning has come,
Vox túrturis audita est in terra nostra.
The turtle dove's voice still makes itself heard in our countryside,
Surge, amica mea, speciósa mea,
Arise, my friend, my beautiful,
Et veni, colúmba mea, in foramínibus petræ,
And come, my dove,
In cavérna macériæ.
That you're in the crevices of the rock,