Surge, age surge, leves, iam convenit, excute somnos,
Lux oritur, tepidi fulcra relinque tori
Iam canit excubitor gallus prænuntius ales
Solis et invigilans ad sua quemque vocat
Flammiger Eois Titan caput exerit undis [ 5 ]
Et spargit nitidum læta per arva iubar
Daulias argutum modulatur ab ilice carmen
Edit et excultos mitis alauda modos
Iam rosa fragrantes spirat siluestris odores
Iam redolent violæ luxuriatque seges [ 10 ]
Ecce novo campos Zephyritis gramine vestit
Fertilis, et vitreo rore madescit humus
Segnes invenias molli vix talia lecto
Cum premat imbellis lumina fessa sopor
Illic languentes abrumpunt somnia somnos [ 15 ]
Et turbant animum tristia multa tuum
Illic tabifici generantur semina morbi
Qui pote torpentem posse valere virum
Surge age surge, leves, iam convenit, excute somnos
Lux oritur, tepidi fulcra relinque tori. [ 20 ]

Get up, let's go, get up! It's time to shake off these pointless slumbers. It's getting light; leave the posts of your warm bed. The rooster is already crowing, that harbinger bird, who is wide awake to call everyone to work. Fiery Titan peeks over the eastern waves, spreading his bright sunlight over the happy fields. The Daulian bird, perched on the oak tree, sings a high-pitched song while the gentle lark pours out a skillful melody. The wild rose now exhales her sweet perfumes, and violets scent the air while the corn flourishes in the field. Look! Zephyr's generous consort, Venus, spreads new turf on the fields and sprinkles the grass with dew as bright as glass. You slouch, you can hardly find such delights in your bed, where sleep weighs on your tired eyes. There dreams trouble your sleep and griefs disturb your mind. That's where the seeds of illness originate! How can a slouch be in good health?

Get up, let's go, get up! It's time to shake off these pointless slumbers. It's getting light; leave the posts of your warm bed.