V + 

But! now for the battle! + 

Now for murder⁠—now for the real thing! + 

My third springtime is approaching! + 

Winds! + 

lean, serious as a virgin, + 

seeking, seeking the flowers of March. + 

Seeking + 

flowers nowhere to be found, + 

they twine among the bare branches + 

in insatiable eagerness⁠— + 

they whirl up the snow + 

seeking under it⁠— + 

they⁠—the winds⁠—snakelike + 

roar among yellow reeds + 

seeking flowers⁠—flowers. + 

I spring among them + 

seeking one flower + 

in which to warm myself! + 

I deride with all the ridicule + 

of misery⁠— + 

my own starved misery. + 

Counter-cutting winds + 

strike against me + 

refreshing their fury! + 

Come, good, cold fellows! + 

Have we no flowers? + 

Defy then with even more + 

desperation than ever⁠—being + 

lean and frozen! + 

But though you are lean and frozen⁠— + 

think of the blue bulls of Babylon. + 

Fling yourselves upon + 

their empty roses⁠— + 

cut savagely! + 

But⁠— + 

think of the painted monastery + 

at Fiesole. + 