1. For whom are the deep eyes humble
For whom have the glances arranged a spring

2. And the brilliance of youth has been crowned with purity
And the meaning of sublime beauty has been revealed to us

3. Wait, O maid of the monastery, and the beauty for which
The souls of all worshippers yearn

4. Beauty is the right of creation, but you have carried it
Hidden, stubborn, forbidden

5. Its dwelling is the monastery, and in the wings of night
The martyred beauty sheds tears

6. O companion of life, I ransom you, lonely
Exultant with ecstasy or stifled with anguish

7. The world burns with desire for you, and perhaps
You have kindled your soul as candles in the darkness