The Sun and our King
Are similar in power,
The one governs beneath himself
The Heavens, and the other France.

The one has the midst of heaven,
The brightest of the stars,
And the other like a great god
Gives light to the earth.

The one is never struck
By storms or tempests,
The darkness is always pierced
By the fair rays of his head;

The other has always fought
War and Envy
And made his virtue known
To hostile powers.

The one is author of peace,
Chasing discord from the world,
Brightening with his fair rays
Earth, heaven and sea;

And the other, having encountered
The power of discord,
Has put wars to death
And peace in his country.

Every star takes from the Sun
His light, however bright it is,
For he is the unequalled Star,
Liberal without fault;

From the King comes force and strength,
Honour and royal grandeur,
And every man with a good heart
Knows his liberal hand.

The Sun is crowned
With fires which he sends out or holds back,
And every Star, wheeling well,
Watches him as its guide;

The goodness of our King
Assembles a thousand great Lords
Who cast more light
Than the stars together.

In short, the Sun shining its light
Everywhere, and never resting,
Is no different from Charles
Except only in one thing:

Which is, that the Sun will die 
After some time in space,
And Charles will go to Heaven
To take the Sun’s place.