Go down, lovely sun

Go down, lovely sun, they paid

little heed to you; they knew you not, holy one.

For effortlessly and silently you

rose over those who must work hard.

To me you are friendly, rising or setting, o Light,

and indeed my eye recognizes you, magnificent one!

for I learned divine, quiet respect

when Diotima healed my mind.

O you messenger of Heaven, how I listened to you,

to you, Diotima, love! How my eye gazed from you

to the golden day,

upward, gleaming and full of thanks. Then murmured

the springs more vitally, breathed

the dark earth's blossoms lovingly on me,

and smiling over silver clouds,

the sky bowed down in blessing.