Take my advice, dear Climene

Take my advice, dear Climene,

To let come the night,

I pray you, let us sit

By the edge of this fountain.

Do you not hear Zephyr breathe,

Marveling at attained love,

Seeing your rosy complexion

Which is not part of his empire?

His mouth full of fragrance

Has breathed on our path,

Mixing a hint of jasmine

In the amber of his sweet breath.