O’er the bright hills and southern green
He laid warmly in cover’d grassy mows
Play’d tune amongst the trees
The beasts of woodland crowds came to play
Orpheus, his song of high muses
Made the the beast of wood dance
The soothing song of a divine kiss
Sweet, as the waters bade in the Last Sea
The bard made his rest known to all
Sleep found him quickly after his playing
Deeply he dreamt, far and beyond
Elysian fields draped in a saffron robe
As he laid sleep, a fox approach
Cunning, sly, and swift the lyre fell beneath the foxes’ feet
Into the wood the fox made his escape
With Orpheus’ lyre between his teeth
As Orpheus returns to wake, he bellows a cry
To his father Apollo of his missing and lost lyre
Apollo tells of a cunning fox who took off
Swiftly with his beloved gift of muses wonder
Orpheus followed the counsel of Apollo
Sang he did, to the trees, to wake the daughters of Oxylus
Awoke, Maphenia, beautiful maiden of the southern mountains
Eyes of barken brown, hair of golden autumn shimmer
To you I give thee my favored kindness
Her treely branches gave fruit to the floor of the earth
Orpheus awaited for the cunning fox to show
For the fox to eat the fruit of Maphenia’s branches
The fox approach the mountain tree
Below spread amongst his warm nimble feet
Maphenia’s fruit, juicy berry’d delight
The fox fell at the bite, of her delicious berry brights
To him, Orpheus holds tight his lyre once more
One last song he play’d for the fox to wake
And once the fox rose from its short slumber
Through the wood he ran, shiny, his bright red fur
Thank you!