Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
To me the Muses truly gave / An envied and a happy lot: / E'en when I lie within the grave, / I cannot, shall not, be forgot.