Know then:
Toward summer when the sun is in Hyades
Sovran is lord of the Fire
to this month are birds
with bitter smell and with the odour of
burning
To the hearth god,lungs of the victim
The green frog lifts up his voice
and the white latex is in flower
In red car with jewels incarnadine
to welcome the summer
Dismounted,o'er wine
we had our last say:
Then I whisper,'Dear friend,
tell me whither away.'
Alas,he replied,
I am sick of life's ills
And I long for repose
on the slumbering hills
But oh seek not to pierce
where my footsteps may stray:
The white cloud will soothe me
for ever and ay.