Clangam, filii
Ploratione una
Alitis cygni,
Qui transfretavit aequora.
O quam amare
Lamentabatur, aridaSe dereliquisse
Florigera
Et petisse alta
Maria;
Ajens: ‘Infelix sum
Avicula,
Heu mihi, quid agam
Misera?Pennis soluta
Inniti
Lucida non potero
Hic in stilla.
Undis quatior,
Procellis
Hinc inde nunc allidor
Exulata.
Angor inter arta
Gurgitum cacumina.
Gemens alatizo
Intuens mortifera,
Non conscendens supera.
Cernens copiosa
Piscium legumina,
Non queo in denso
Gurgitum assumere
Alimenta optima.
Ortus, occasus,
Plagae poli,
Administrate
Lucida sidera.
Sufflagitate
Oriona,
Effugitantes
Nubes occiduas.’
Dum haec cogitarem tacita,
Venit rutila
adminicula aurora.
Oppitulata afflamine
Coepit virium
Recuperare fortia.
Ovatizaans
Jam agebatur
Inter alta
Et consueta nubium
Sidera.
Hilarata
Ac jucundata,
Nimis facta,
Penetrabatur marium
Flumina.
Dulcimode cantitans
Volitavit ad amoena
Arida.
Concurrite omnia
Alitum et conclamate
Agmina:
Regi magno
Sit gloria. |
O children, I shall sing
a lamentation
of a winged swan
which crossed the great waters.
O how bitterly
it lamented,having relinquished
the dry flowery land
and sought the high
seas;
crying: ‘Unhappy
small bird that I am,
alas, what may I do
in my misery?I cannot now
rest on my wings
all brightness dissolves
in the rain.
I am shaken by the waves,
storms
buffet me hither and thither
an exile.
I am narrowly enclosed within
the canyons of the great waves.
Crying, my wings beat,
considering death,
not mounting above it.
I see abundant
good food for the fishes,
But I may not, in the deep
whirlpools, gather
this delicate food.
O East, O West,
O the regions of the poles,
give to me
the brightness of the stars;
demand of
Orion,
that they flee and be forgotten,
these destroying clouds.’
While the bird fell silent, thinking on these things
Came the first blush of
rescuing dawn.
A whispering breeze assisted,
the bird received strength
and recovered more strongly.
Celebrating
now it was carried
among the high
familiar crowd
of stars.
Cheerful
and joyous
beyond measure,
it passed through the
streams of the seas.
Singing very sweetly
it flew to to the pleasant
dry land.
Join together, all
winged creatures, and sing together
all of you:
To the mighty King
be glory. |