Messengers from Heaven

The moonlight has turned pale already

and the dark night has slunk away;

awaken, noble Dawn,

all my assurance lies with you.

Phoebus, your well-adorned herald,

has already harnessed his chariot;

the sun-steeds are ready

and his riding whip lies in his hand.

Your other herald, Don Lucifer,

hovers ready in the sky:

he has unlocked the clouds

that sprinkle the earth with his dew.

O travel past her bedroom chamber,

awaken gently my sweet love,

declare to her what I say to you:

my servitude, my greeting, and a good day.

But you must awaken her very discreetly,

revealing my secret love thereby,

and you should tell her that her servant stands in vigil

through the entire night, full of heartache.

Look for me at her yellow hair,

her bare throat, her clear eyes;

kiss her red mouth for me

and, if she suffers it, her round breasts.