Oh nights of blooming asters,
Blue grapes in shining clusters
And rowan, fiery red, —
Oh August, — bliss and dread!

Red apple on infant’s palm,
magnificent and calm, —
a toy, a pride, a joy, —
Oh August, playful boy!

 Tempus Fulgurum serarum,
 Mensis imbrium stellarum!

How splendid is your name,
Last month of summer fame,
How hot’s your fleeting kiss, —
Oh August, dread and bliss!

Oh nights of asters blooming,
Last lightnings are still fuming,
The month of loving hearts
Oh August, showering stars!

 Tempus Fulgurum serarum,
 Mensis imbrium stellarum!