-Translated description says-
Above the ponds, above the valleys,
Mountains, woods, clouds, seas,
Beyond the sun, beyond the ethers,
Beyond the confines of the starry spheres,

My spirit, you move with agility,
And, like a good swimmer who swoons in the waves,
You joyfully crisscross the deep immensity
With an indescribable and masculine voluptuousness.

Fly far away from these morbid miasmas;
Go purify yourself in the upper air,
And drink, like a pure and divine liquor,
The clear fire that fills the limpid spaces.

Behind the troubles and the vast sorrows
Who load the foggy existence with their weight,
Happy is he who can with a strong wing
Rush towards the luminous and serene fields;

The one whose thoughts, like larks,
Towards the skies the morning takes a free flight,
- Who hovers over life, and understands without effort
The language of flowers and silent things!