Behold the conquest-pageantry of God Most High! Spring bears the golden sun, a flag, before Him. Favonius strikes and sounds the drum with pomp and trumpeters give forth their sweetest sounds. The singing sky-host comes, both large and little, each favouring, instead of laurel, something newly grown. Earth lays a brightly flowered cloak beneath the sapphire throne on which the conqueror sits. The crown is victory and joy, the fruit is life, and all creation's work a shout of praise. The breath of all things, now renewed, through fresh air gives loud-silent praise. The north wind, ice and snow are now enslaved. My poor leaf shall be victory's monument. Note: Favonius was the name for the west wind in classical Roman mythology. This translation was published in Faith Today, March/April 2026. Click here to read in the original German.