Translation (AJ):

Before you vanish, pale morning star… –A thousand quails sing, sing in the thyme!–

Turn towards the poet, whose eyes are full of love… –The lark rises in the sky with the daylight!–

Turn your gaze which the dawn is drowning in azure… –What a joy among the fields of ripe corn!–

Then make my thoughts shine there, far away, oh, far away… –The dew is gleaming brightly on the hay!–

In the sweet dream where stirs my darling still asleep… –Quick, quick, for here is the golden sun!–