Agitata infido flatu

Agitata infido flatu

JUDITHA
Agitata infido flatu
diu volatu
vagabundo
mæsta hirundo
it plorando
boni ignara.

Sed impulsu auræ serenæ
tantæ cito oblita pœnæ
in dilecta
dulcia tecta
gaudii ridet haud avara.

JUDITH
Tossed around by the treacherous wind
in its long flight,
the wandering
sad swallow
goes weeping,
remembering no good.

But propelled by the force of a fair breeze,
suddenly forgetting such sorrow,
in its delightfully
tender nest
it laughs joyfully, desiring no more.