Cool is your voice as murmur of springs, and your being
tartly fresh as the autumn's fragrant fruits.
Clear in your eye rests
high September's chill merriment.
A fountain you are, whose sunnily glittering beam,
beautiful in its equilibrium, beautiful in its form-strict arc,
beautiful in its strength, possesses
the power to love limits and noble dimensions.
Hail to your playing calm, your springtime health!
Hail to your spirit's sweet, godlike nobility,
drawn in your features' purity
and the singing harmony of your limbs!
For more information, please visit the website of David McDuff and his own pages with the translations.