As the hyacinth which the shepherd tramples on the hill
Lies upon the ground and lying bloometh purple still.

Like the wild hyacinth flower, which on the hills is found, Which the passing feet of the shepherds for ever tear and wound, Until the purple blossom is trodden into the ground. | (tr. D. G. Rossetti, 1870) | Like a hyacinth in the mountains, trampled by shepherds until only a purple stain remains on the ground. | (tr. Mary Barnard, 1958)