Evening harmony

Here come the moments when, quivering on its stem,

each flower gives off fragrance like a censer;

the sounds and perfumes circle in the evening air,

a melancholy waltz, a languid dizziness!

Each flower gives off fragrance like a censer;

the violin trembles like a heart in distress,

a melancholy waltz, a languid dizziness!

The sky is sad and beautiful like a vast altar.

The violin trembles like a heart in distress,

a tender heart, which hates the huge, dark void!

The sky is sad and beautiful like a vast altar;

the sun has drowned in its own congealing blood.

A tender heart, which hates the huge, dark void,

gathers up every relic of the harmonious past!

The sun has drowned in its own congealing blood, -

the memory of you shines in me like a monstrance!