Eyelet of almost islands, Sirmio, and of islands,
And whatever each Neptune balances on
Pure waters and expanse of sea,
How gladly, how happily I look upon you,
Hardly even believing that I have left Thynia
And the Bithynian plains and see you in safety.
Oh what is happier than when the mind
Releases its worries, lays down its burden, and
Wearied from foreign labour we come to our hearth
And find repose on the bed we have longed for?
This alone is worth struggles so great.
Hello to you, charming Sirmio, and rejoice as I,
Your master, rejoice. And you, Lydian waves of the lake,
Laugh with all the laughter we have at home.