An election for the arrival of spring!

Clear your eyes quickly,

Behold: ballot boxes

In a spacious, bright room

in the Temple of Elections.

Go there, they will hand you a green ballot

As green as foliage,

you’ll drop it into the slot

Of the box garlanded with flowers,

right away the intoxication of April

Will hit you in the head,

and the day grow bright

And the birds sing,

and a drop start ringing.

But if you do not step up to that turquoise box

This will not happen,

Don’t even hope.

(translation: J. Kates)