A great day! Centuries are going to happen

In the sky, clouds dissolve,

And a river rolls in sparks,

dazzling in the heat.

Like a mirror of steel...

The heat grows greater from hour to hour,

The dumb oak trees were gone to the shadow,

And from the fields of whitening

The smell of sweetheart blows.

A great day! Centuries are going to happen -

Likewise, in an everlasting order

Fluxes of the river

And they're glowing And in the heat, the fields breathe.