What mortal beauty resembles yours,
O vision which my soul has dreamed
And which reflects in me your gleam
Like sunlight on the ocean’s mirror?

So vast the universe! My yearning tells me
To seek you on Earth, so here I plod,
A believer searching for a clement God,
But I find just his altar. . . old and empty. . .

Your immortality inspires my worship.
But what are you here? A gaze of pity,
A drop of honey in a cup of lye. . .

Pure essence of the tears I weep
And dream of my dreams, if you exist,
At least reveal yourself in the sky!