Invita dum caede manus lavat amne cruentas
tristis Apollo: quibus perdidit Oebaliden:
fata suorum animo evolvens crudelia amorum
protulit in casus talia verba truces
iam creuere meo nemora alta cruore: et eodem
vulnere nunc humus est florida, et unda rubet.
----Faustus Sabaeus, Picta Poesis Ovidiana (1580)
While Apollo mournfully washed the blood off his hands
From the tragic accident and death of Hyacinthus,
The cruel loss of his loved one kept running in a loop through his mind.
He groaned the following words about such an awful loss:
“Already these lofty groves have grown, fertilized by the blood of my loved one,
And now the earth blossoms from a repeated loss,
and the river runs red with blood.”