Heu fugit a nobis nunc quo occurri tibi tempus

Laetus ducens ad Vestam fessum socium atque,

Frusrtra Parcas orans ut longe maneres hic.

Sed iam discedes longae que horae patiendae.

Pluris enim te quam mille aestimos amicos

Qui non temptati nimbo desunt tibi primo.

 

Alas! Now has fled from us the time when I met you,

Joyfully leading you to the hearth my weary friend,

And vainly imploring the Fates that you may long remain here.

But already you are departing and long hours must be endured.

For I value you "certain" ( tried and true ) more than a thousand friends,

Who, untried let you down at the first storm cloud.

Quomodo

Quomodo hiems miseram tristis mentem moderetur,

Saepe recordabor, et cum socios  benementes,

Contemnenes quaeram flente Acherontes fontes.

Quam stulte sumpsi tot menses desyituique.

Vitam carum "Nam qacumque est tu petis, aestas."

 

For summer is wherever you seek it.
 

Illustra Astrorum regina micantium et altis

Neptuni in regnis moderans aestus fluitantes,

Tu vates aeterna colore Iovis monuisti

Mutanti de fulminibus diris; tamen aequa

Tu argenteo in splendore salutas vesperam. Honesta

Custos somni alati noctem leniter auris

Delenis aestivam suspirantibus atque

Labens, navis et idolon caelum per inane,

Ardentes adspectas tranquillae tuam amantes

Captam saepe lacunae mirantes faciem undis.

Fata illustrat lux Chaldaeis pallida doctis

Omnia qui cursu metuntur perpetuo annos

Ultra fines temporis. At tacite quoque lucos

Vestis somnantes miserorum in carmine vitae

Clarus debuit inclinare umbra veniente.
 

O lustrous queen of shimmering stars, ruling the drifting tides in Neptune's deep domain.

Thou, eternal prophetess, dost with thy changing hues warn of Jupiter's dread thunder-bolts;

Yet calmly dost greet the evening in ( thy ) silvery spendour.

Honoured guardian of winged sleep, lightly dost thou sooth a summer evening with sighing breezes,

And gliding, a ghostly galleon through a barren sky dost gaze upon ardent lovers

Marvelling at your reflection oft-captured on the waves of a quiet pond.

Thy pale light reveals all destinies to the learned Chaldeans, 

Who measure the years by thy course unending, beyond the bounds of time.

But also thou dost quietly clothe the sleeping groves of the humble in the magic of fresh life.

O regal goddess of the night, ( even ) Phoebus, in all his glory, must bow to you with the approaching dusk.