A Sapphic Endecasyllabic Ode, dicolon tetrastrophic, of Conrad Celtis, for invocation and symbol, to the most invincible Frederick the Third.

O Phoebus, about to approach the Riphaean mountains,
Unfolding the night of the shorter shadow,
You reform the slow grasses under the sky
In the stiff fields.

The Bull Taurus, closer to the arctic pole,
Is moved with you, bringing back the warmth,
When he feels the Pleiades being ignited
By the light of Phoebus.

The world repairs its face with rosy beauty,
And bending both ends of the wagon,
The snake the constellation Draco hopes to lose its chill,
To be renewed by the sun.

The earth, moistening with overflowing humor moisture,
Gives birth to joyful, red-colored flowers;
Sailors navigate the sea,
Gathering wares across the expanse.

Boreas the North Wind does not rage violently
Against the vast Aegean, opposing the South Wind,
Struggling by fate, the timid ones move
Battles on the sea.

But carried through the extreme shores,
The Zephyr breathes warmly in the lands,
Stirring with his breath the silent, buried
Seeds of the world.

Animated things will feel the pleasing cares,
They enter into a league of procreation,
By which the world is stabilized under the eternal
Age of Time.