I don't sing of night, since in my song the sun I sing of will end in night. I'm aware of all I forget. I sing to forget it. Could I only stop, even if in a dream, the course of Apollo and know myself, even if mad, as the twin of an imperishable hour !

I sing:
How short a time is the longest life
And our youth in it !
Ah Chloe, Chloe, 
If I don't love,
Don't drink...
And don't instinctively not think,...
The unmovable law weighs on me,
Time's endless,
Imposed hours afflict me,
And to my ears comes
The sound of the rushes
On the hidden shore where the cold lilies
Of the nether fields grow and the current
Knows not where the day is,
A groaning murmur...

Is it ?