To the beneficial rays of the rising sun,
A July morning when the sun is red
And the coral sky embroiders a dreamy decor,
Faint shades run across the lawn.

In the tepid embrace, immobile caress,
Enveloping the newborn day on the gardens,
The breeze that whispers to my ears
Of violin songs with baladin accents.

The silvery dew on the grass is sprinkled,
And its lustrous drops iridescent with crystal,
Sweating on the degree that rises and breaks,
To soon fade away under the...