Tiny infant, whichever you are, daughter or son, 
Perfect the time you have during your predetermined nine months. 
Then into this world, into great light, 
Come without giving the customary distress 
To the humble mother in whom God made you to be born, 
Then with a sweet laugh begin to get to know her. 

After that, you will have met her, 
Take, bit by bit, nourishment and grow
So that at six months you start talking 
And totally alone, toddling, go
On the tiles of your prosperous home, 
To pass time for your mother and father. 

Who aspire to see you on of these days 
Awaited by your brother and sister 
Come see the earth and sea: the grand tour
With the sky curving around you, 
Come see, come see [the] many fine ornaments 
That each has received from nature; 

I’d like to tell you 100,000 things
Which on earth are enclosed by the sky, 
Beautiful to the eye and sweet to the mind, 
But I’d be afraid to offend your mother 
Becasue if you see that, and think of it, you’ll seize on 
Such a strong desire, that you’ll come before your term is up! 

Therefore (infant) whether you’re a daughter or son, 
Perfect this time of your predetermined nine months!