SPRING （DEDICATED1 TO MY FRIENDS）
Love of the earth, charm of the year,
spring smells sweetly of us！
Nature is throwing a feast for creation,
a coming-together feast for its sons！
The spirit of life, strength and freedom
rises, fans around us！
Joy has poured into our hearts,
like an echo of spring's celebration,
like the life-creating voice of a god！
Where are you, sons of Harmony？
Come, with bold fingers
touch the slumbering2 strings3,
warmed by the bright rays
of love, of ecstasy4, of spring！
Just as in full, flaming bloom,
at morning's first, young light
roses glisten5 and burn；
as the zephyr6 in its joyous7 flight
scatters8 their aroma9,
so do you, life-joy, pour yourself into everything.
Singers, let's follow you！
Let our youth soar, friends,
around the bright blooms of good fortune！
This feeble gift of grateful love is yours,
this simple blossom, with little aroma.
You, my mentors10, will accept it with a gracious smile.
Thus does a feeble child, as a token of its love,
bring to its motherТs breast
the flower it picked in a meadow！
