Hymn to the night

The black masses of the trees

move no more than do the mountains.

The stars are crowded in an immense sky.

A breeze warm as a human breath caresses

my cheeks and my eyes.

Oh Night who gave birth to the Gods!

how sweet you are upon my lips!

how warm you are in my hair!

how you enter into me this night,

and I how I feel large with all your spring!

The flowers which are going to bloom will be

born of me. The wind which breathes is my breath.

The perfume which wafts is my desire.

All the stars are in my eyes.

Your voice, is it the noise of the sea,

or is is the silence of the plain?

Your voice, I do not understand it,

but it dizzies me,

and my tears bathe my two hands.