Из золота твой шлем
И оникс панцирь,
Искрится хризопраз
В нем инкрустацией.
Твое служенье – песнь,
Досуг – мелодия,
Познанья путь пчелы
В цветах так солнечен!
His Feet are shod with Gauze -
His Helmet, is of Gold,
His Breast, a Single Onyx
With Chrysophras, inlaid –
His Labor is a Chant -
His Idleness - a Tune -
Oh, for a Bee's experience
Of Clovers, and of Noon!