Vernal Season

Поэтический перевод произведения «Уже пора весенняя настала»,
автор исходника на русском языке – [Людмила Уварова]

At last it’s time for vernal season here,
For quite a time it bursts with warmth and spring,
‘coz land’s fed up with winter, so severe,
Although the cold does not pass by to sting.

The spirit yet just howls, with groans and crying,
It’s kinda irrepressible and queer,
It doesn’t find a clue: no worth in trying,
To emulate the vernal time of year.

The morning crispy chill grips and thaws out,
Spring flowers in the garden’s growing strong,
Seems winter doesn’t know the rule about,
With spring it simply doesn’t get along.

Fine drops may rain or flurry lightly flutters,
But is this all a nuisance for the spring?
Each birdie flock a laud thereunto utters,
And not just dreams of gray its sleep can bring.

It gets its share of cake and with its beauty,
It walks the ground along without a bootee.