Oh, tell me, tell me, when the night
Makes your quiet smile paler,
The tremulousness of the hour,
The solitary thought,
The vague noises like rain,
Do you, then, rest your head
In silence, for my forgotten name?

Do you look for something as unnecessary
Remembrance, do vague dates,
Countenances,
Sweet months andreveries, arise?

In the night that stays silent
The languid flight of hours,
A noise, a noise until it is just
As the breeze on a flower,
Fugitive, loving pace,
Weak sound, sob,
Thus is concealed in my breast
Your white name, your beloved name.

I ask you now if in the silence
Of the nights, oh, tell me, tell me,
I arrive like you among seas, come from time,
Crossing streets, parlors lost in music
After a tempest of ancient tears.

Oh, svelte form of the crepuscular
Smoke, of the blue sky and the approaching night.
Oh, sudden presence of oblivion,
Oh, vanishing
Image of dream and of life