During the Summer, Through the Parched Orchard

Poem by Jean-Antoine De Baïf Collection Loves of MélinePeriod 16th century

During the summer, through the parched orchard,
The tender flowers beneath the soothing night
Upright again their fading tresses raise,
That already wept its honor stripped away.

By love thus my spirit labored,
That already was forsaking my languishing life,
Took vigor again through the powerful force
Of the restorative that now you have given me.

Sweet restorative, sweetened ambrosia,
That owes nothing to that which in the heavens
With immortal mouths satisfied,

Sweeter food do not taste, no, not the gods:
If this meal sustains my life,
I shall not be envious of theirs.

Jean-Antoine de Baïf

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