O Night,how rich and fair art thou !
The eye that devours thy beauty
Feels his soul crammed with manna.
The unpleasant swain in the dark
Feels his mother in thee.
The song thou whistle past the wind
Invites him to lie on thy lap.
Thou sings the lullaby, and take him to sleep
He dreams of beauty and dreams forever.
To inhale the odour of thy abyss
To destroy the sense of helplessness,
O Night! take me to thy depths;
Lull me to sleep
And let me sleep forever.