Now when the sky and when the earth again
Fill with ice: cold hail scattered everywhere,
And the horror of the worst months of the year
Makes the grass bristle across the plain:
Now when the wind mutinously prowling,
Cracks the boulders, and uproots the trees,
When the redoubled roaring of the seas
Fills all the shoreline with its wild surging:
Love burns me, and winter’s bitter cold
That freezes all, cannot freeze the old
Ardour in my heart that lasts forever.
See, Lovers, how I’m treated, in what ways
I die of cold through summer’s scorching days:
Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.