Sail on, galley, sail on

Sail on, galley, sail on,

faster and faster,

to Cythera

with its golden horizons.

The shore seems aflame,

and under a gilded curtain

of smoke

sinks into the sun.

Everything sinks into the mist,

but tomorrow the charming isle

will gently emerge

from the foam.

Sail on, galley, sail on,

faster and faster,

to Cythera

with its golden horizons.