ENGLISH VERSION: Return O Zephyr, and with gentle motion

Make pleasant the air and scatter the grasses in waves

And murmuring among the green branches

Make the flowers in the field dance to your sweet sound;

Crown with a garland the heads of Phylla and Chloris

With notes tempered by love and joy,

 From mountains and valleys high and deep

And sonorous caves that echo in harmony.

The dawn rises eagerly into the heavens and the sun Scatters rays of gold,

and of the purest silver,

Like embroidery on the cerulean mantle of Thetis.

But I, in abandoned forests, am alone.

The ardour of two beautiful eyes is my torment;

As my Fate wills it, now I weep, now I sing.