Springtime poems of violets

Die blauen Fruhlingsaugen  (The blue eyes of spring)

The deep, blue eyes of Springtime
Peer from the grass beneath;

They are the tender violets
That I will twine in a wreath.

I pick them and I ponder
And all my hopes and aims,

All of my hidden fancies
The nightingale proclaims!

Yes, all that I think, he echoes
In a loud and lyric mood;

And now my deepest secret
Is known to all the wood.

(From "Poems of Heinrich Heine")

「春の野に すみれ摘みにと こしわれそ
野をなつかしみ 一夜寝にける」

(『万葉集』)