The Holy Orchestra of the Blue Stars

Pisces gambol about in the sapphire celestial sea;

A knoll in autumn bursting with starlight, flecks of beryl upon the lea;

The urn of Aquarius, a fountain of blessings;

Horologium's pendulum swings, the temporal sands' soft caressings.

Virgo's innocence brightens Eridanus rippling past the Empyrean field;

As Leo regally saunters, not daunted by Hercules' shield;

Cygnus swims through the lapis lazuli in the air;

The wings of the wind-borne Pegasus fair.

Fog of midnight topaz ripped by the arrows of Sagittarius;

'Tis aided by the directions cardinal by Circinus;

The Columba and the Monoceros fly, showering fortune, and luck;

Diviners reposing on hillocks; tales narrated by Vela,

The vessel of the firmament sets sail with pluck.

Pictor erected, the easel of the inky azure;

Balanced on Libra to sketch Andromeda demure;

Praying to an Empress before the altar Ara;

Our hymns sung, sweet is the harp of Lyra.