The dawn divides the darkness from the light

The dawn divides the darkness from the light,

And my sensual pleasure from my desire,

O sweet stars, the hour of death is now at hand:

A love more holy sweeps you from the skies.

Gleaming eyes, O you who'll ne'er return,

sad stars, snuff out your uncorrupted light!

I must die, I do not want to see the day,

For love of my own dream and of the night.

Envelop me, O Night in your maternal breast,

While the pale earth bathes itself in dew;

But let the dawn rise from my blood

And from my brief dream the eternal sun