Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX
Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,
Wants to conceive the jewels of his eyes,
And with the heat of his burning thighs
Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:
Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts
Of wind grant way to great ships of war,
And when the nightingale, in forest far,
Renews her grievance against Tereus:
Now, when the meadows and when the flowers
With upon thousands of colours
Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,
Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,
With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,
And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,
Wants to conceive the jewels of his eyes,
And with the heat of his burning thighs
Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:
Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts
Of wind grant way to great ships of war,
And when the nightingale, in forest far,
Renews her grievance against Tereus:
Now, when the meadows and when the flowers
With upon thousands of colours
Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,
Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,
With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,
And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
Ronsard
