O’ celestial delight!
O’ bright and lovely morning star!
Thou hast hastened my arousal,
and called to me from thy heavenly abode.
Thou doth sooth and comfort me with thy assured rising.
My own inner workings follow thee inadvertently.
Thou hath taken hold of the reins, as ye play the strings my heart.
O’ Venus! Holy poetry! Don’t you ever retrace your steps?
It is Saturn’s Day, by Jove! My only day off.
What do you want from me now?