Nubibus atris Condita nullum Fundere possunt Sidera lumen. Si mare volvens Turbidus Auster Misceat aestum, Vitrea dudum Parque serenis Unda diebus Mox resoluto Sordida caeno Visibus obstat.
Stars in the dark clouds hid Can give no light. When the south winds storm Stirs up the rolling breakers of the sea, The wave once glass-clear, calm As settled days, Now muddied with the stirred-up bottom sand Obscures our sight.
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