Yver, vous n’estes qu’un villain;
Esté est plaisant et gentil,
En tesmoing de May et d’Avril
Qui l’accompaignent soir et main.

Esté revet champs, bois et fleurs,
De sa livrée de verdure
Et de maintes autres couleurs,
Par l’ordonnance de Nature.

Mais vous, Yver, trop estes plain
De nège, vent, pluye et grézil;
On vous deust banir en éxil.
Sans point flater, je parle plain.

Winter, you are nothing but a rogue;
Summer is pleasant and kind,
As May and April can testify,
Accompanying it each eve and morn.

Summer clothes fields, woods and flowers
With his verdant livery,
And many other colours too,
As nature commands.

But you, Winter, you exude
Snow, wind, rain and hail;
You ought to be exiled.
Winter, you are nothing but a rogue.