The sun’s already painted August
with its blinding rays.
But I still can not breathe enough
the stupefying heat.
And with delight, my feet
are buried in the burning sands.
And I embrace the sultry trees,
with burning nectar in the veins.
And with hot arms I feel the pulse
of sweet, intoxicating streams.
With all of my being I implore –
Stop, summer, stop! Don’t go away!
You’re my unquenchable thirst!
You are my only longing dream…