The bright day

The bright day, that laughs beautifully and glowingly,

has, shame-red, driven away the wild host of clouds,

restored peace to the tattered foliage,

and brought sunlit silence over the world.

The coolness (stillness) courses refreshingly through the lanes,

Only between the moist leaves drops are gently falling,

Broadly the heavens' blue shines in perfect splendour,

in which flaky, downy little clouds float.

O Eudia! Blessed magic word!

That pacifying as sacred hymns,

or as Homeric song pervades my soul

Thou hast quenched the storms within my breast!

With solemn silence received my affliction

And only my tears keep falling softly the while.