I forgot the harp in my sad leisure,
In my fantasy, my imagination no longer flies,
My talent flew away with the gift of youth,
My heart is getting cold and closed.
When this poem is a sober admirer,
Sing softly with your dexterous harp.
Passion of love, sadness at parting-
The rumble of oak forest
Take my meditative songs to the mountains-
I call on you again, ah, my youth,
You, in a quiet life, flew away safely.
Years full of friendship, love, hope and faint sadness ...
However, everything is in vain! I bear the shame of laziness,
I can't help falling asleep in a cold dream.
I left Joey, my dear muse,
Say goodbye to the poet's reputation with tears!
But suddenly, like lightning,
Youth rekindled a fire in a withered heart,
The mind is clear and full of energy.
Re-understand the hope, sadness and joy of love.
Everything is thriving again! I feel the beat of life,
My senses are sharper, my breathing is smoother,
Virtue fascinates me more. ...
I want to praise love, I want to praise the gods!
The sweet harp awakens the music of youth,
I took the resurrected harp and played a loud vibrato.
Drunk at your feet ...