Lover of the nymphs playing the fauna
Behold the dance of the virgins
in the springtime
while the sun burns
like rays
In this flowery valley
flameful flower
among the hedges of lilies
a purple place
He sleeps in the gentle rush
He tells the story of the light rising:
In the throne of fortune
I sat exalted
in the colorful prosperity
crowned with a flower
For whatever I flourished
Happy and Blessed
now I have fallen from the top
deprived of glory

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