L’Olive augmentée/8

VII. 'Already night has gathered in her train'

L’Olive ~ VIII
автор Joachim Du Bellay
переводчик A. S. Kline

IX. 'Not Dryads running lightly through the trees '

L’Olive - VIII. ‘Dieu qui reçois en ton giron humide’.

VIII
’River-god who receives in your humid flow'

River-god who receives in your humid flow,
The dual stream from my weeping eyes,
That to your waters endlessly supplies
Its flood to swell your liquid course below.

When was it, River-god, that, as your waves go
Tasting the wind, you saw waving tresses rise
In the empty vault of your lovely skies,
Unbridled, voyaging there, to and fro?

It was then a hundred Nymphs or more,
Captive in your arms, attained the shore,
Leaving the pale hollows of your prison.

It was then that the gods and the year,
Renewed, in my happy country here,
The bright gold of their ancient season.