In summer, too, it still is pleasant.
With beams divine,
When the bloom is most bountiful,
The moon does shine —
Far o’er.
We soar —
But not so fleet
During the heat:
Begin we then the shade to prize,
Within whose depths experience lies.

From “Poets and Poetry of Poland A Collection of Polish Verse, Including a Short Account of the History of Polish Poetry, with Sixty Biographical Sketches of Poland’s Poets and Specimens of Their Composition” by Paul Soboleski.

Jeszcze wesoło i w lecie:
Bo przecudnie
W pełnym rozwinięte kwiecie,
Świeci nam nasze południe.
Więc bujamy,
Więc latamy;
Lecz już pomału
W czasie upału
Zaczynamy szukać cienia,
Pod którym wiek doświadczenia.