ἤδη λευκόιον θάλλει, θάλλει δὲ φίλομβρος
νάρκισσος, θάλλει δ᾽ οὐρεσίφοιτα κρίνα
ἤδη δ᾽ ἡ φιλέραστος, ἐν ἄνθεσιν ὥριμον ἄνθος,
Ζηνοφίλα Πειθοῦς ἡδὺ τέθηλε ῥόδον.

λειμῶνες, τί μάταια κόμαις ἔπι φαιδρὰ γελᾶτε;
ἁ γὰρ παῖς κρέσσων ἁδυπνόων στεφάνων.

— Paton edition

Already the white violet is in flower and narcissus that loves the rain, and the lilies that haunt the hillside, and already she is in bloom, Zenophila, love's darling, the sweet rose of Persuasion, flower of the flowers of spring. Why laugh ye joyously, ye meadows, vainglorious for your bright tresses ? More to be preferred than all sweet-smelling posies is she.

— Paton edition

Voici que la giroflée fleurit, que fleurit le narcisse avide de pluie et que fleurissent les lis sur les collines. Voici de même que, fleur fraîche éclose parmi les fleurs, s’est épanouie l’aimable Zénophila, douce rose de Peithô. Prairies, pourquoi rire ainsi sans raison, pourquoi vous moquer en agitant vos chevelures ? Oui, oui, l’enfant vaut mieux que des couronnes parfumées.

— Waltz edition

Já brota o goivo-branco, brota o narciso amante da chuva e brotam os lírios da montanha.
Mas também já brotou a amorosa Zenófila, flor charmosa entre as flores, a doce rosa de Peithô.
Pradarias, porque riem sem razão agitando seus brilhantes cabelos? Ora, a menina é muito melhor que as cheirosas coroas.

— Luiz Capelo

Já brota o goivo-branco, brota o narciso amante da chuva e brotam os lírios da montanha.
Mas também já brotou a amorosa Zenófila, flor charmosa entre as flores, a doce rosa de Peithô.
Pradarias, porque riem sem razão agitando seus brilhantes cabelos? Ora, a menina é muito melhor que as cheirosas coroas.

— Luiz Capelo

Voici que la giroflée fleurit, que fleurit le narcisse avide de pluie et que fleurissent les lis sur les collines. Voici de même que, fleur fraîche éclose parmi les fleurs, s’est épanouie l’aimable Zénophila, douce rose de Peithô. Prairies, pourquoi rire ainsi sans raison, pourquoi vous moquer en agitant vos chevelures ? Oui, oui, l’enfant vaut mieux que des couronnes parfumées.

— Waltz edition

Already the white violet is in flower and narcissus that loves the rain, and the lilies that haunt the hillside, and already she is in bloom, Zenophila, love's darling, the sweet rose of Persuasion, flower of the flowers of spring. Why laugh ye joyously, ye meadows, vainglorious for your bright tresses ? More to be preferred than all sweet-smelling posies is she.

— Paton edition

ἤδη λευκόιον θάλλει, θάλλει δὲ φίλομβρος
νάρκισσος, θάλλει δ᾽ οὐρεσίφοιτα κρίνα
ἤδη δ᾽ ἡ φιλέραστος, ἐν ἄνθεσιν ὥριμον ἄνθος,
Ζηνοφίλα Πειθοῦς ἡδὺ τέθηλε ῥόδον.

λειμῶνες, τί μάταια κόμαις ἔπι φαιδρὰ γελᾶτε;
ἁ γὰρ παῖς κρέσσων ἁδυπνόων στεφάνων.

— Paton edition