Contrerime III

Iris, à son brillant mouchoir,
De sept feux illumine
La molle averse qui chemine,
Harmonieuse à choir.

Ah, sur les roses de l' été,
Sois la mouvante robe,
Molle averse, qui me dérobe
Leur aride beauté

Et vous, dont le rire joyeux
M' a caché tant d' alarmes,
Puissé-je voir enfin des larmes
Monter jusqu' à vos yeux.

Iris, with her brilliant pall
Lights with seven fires dancing
The gentle rain, advancing,
Musical.

Ah, on the summer roses
Drape the shimmering train,
And veil, soft rain,
Their arid poses.

And you, whose joyous cries
Concealed such fears
May I at last see tears
Fill your eyes

In Greek mythology, Iris is the personification of the rainbow and messenger of the gods. She also watered the clouds with her pitcher, obtaining the water from the sea.