Psyche! the lamp is extinguished, wake up! The day Considers you with eyes drowned in love, And the desire to serve you once again. The mirror, confidant of your tearful face, Reflects this morning, a pure lake amidst the flowers, A milky sky like an eternal dawn. Midday approaches and dances, drunken on his golden feet. Stretch out your arms to him, dry your tears; in a flight Abandon the languor of your bed, Psyche. The bird sings at the top of the tree; the sun Smiles with delight at seeing the universal awakening, And the Spring stretches, a rose in his mouth.