You, who modify the face of the heavens into Proteus Where you create new arrangements, Populating our air with birds and Gripping everything under your rule;
Under whose sign the world rejuvenates, And the forest’s hair curls with leaves And, the earth boasts, Wrapped in our cloak of flowers;
You, who appease and enhance the threats of the waves, Cutting the marine fury short, Fearing that the anger of the waves Might bury the surface of the continents;