How beautiful the young sun's floating upwards! Her morning greeting shoots flames into the day. Blessed is he who greets her with love, When dreamily beautiful they surrender to the night!
Yes, I know, I saw flowers, springs and valleys Blossom like sick hearts where she sparkles... Come on, come to the horizon before it gets dark Still to catch a slanting ray!
But in vain, the beautiful god slips away, The mighty night has already prepared its kingdom. That full of horror, dark, cold and wet.
A whiff of mustiness rises in the dark land. Meanwhile my shy foot on the edge of the swamp Stepping on snails, shooing away frightened toads.
