As soon as the night climbs up into the sky

As soon as the night climbs up into the sky,

the world belongs to us and to the gods.

We go from the fields to the spring,

from the dark woods to the clearings,

where our bare feet lead us.

The small stars shine brightly enough

for the small shadows that we are.

Sometimes, under the low branches,

we find sleeping does.

But more charming in the night than everything else,

there is a place known only to us

and that draws us through the forest:

a bush of mysterious roses.

For nothing on earth is so divine

as the perfume of roses in the night.

How is it that during the time when I was alone

I did not feel drunken with it?