Under a hard season, fired up by the sun

Languishes man, languishes the flock and burns the pine

We hear the cuckoo's voice;

then sweet songs of the turtledove and finch are heard.

Soft breezes stir the air, but threatening

the North Wind sweeps them suddenly aside.

The shepherd trembles,

fearing violent storms and his fate.

The fear of lightning and fierce thunder

Robs his tired limbs of rest

As gnats and flies buzz furiously around.

Alas, his fears were justified

The Heavens thunder and roar and with hail

Cut the head off the wheat and damages the grain.