1. Rays from your eyelashes inflame me,
Oh my pain that makes my soul tremble!

2. Dawn upon my heart radiantly and purely,
So that the thorns may bloom and flourish.

3. O temple whose priests are hearts,
Its incense tears and pallor.

4. I hear your bells from afar
Calling me to prostrate.

5. And midnight tolled in the stillness,
Stirring the poet like suspicions.

6. He said, the conscience's fatigue
Rises from the dark graves.

7. O night, o passages of calamities,
O breacher of blood and tears.

8. How many friends rest in you
While how many miserable wretches weep!

9. I sleep easy, o friend,
While you stay up, o wretched one.

10. For night is the kingdom of the happy prosperous
And every miserable vagrant's kingdom.

11. Glowing one, o torch of my wretched heart,
O hope in the darkness of the desperate.

12. O balm for my aching heart,
O angel circling in my tears.

13. I love in you a maiden's image
Though her colors are distorted.

14. O image with which happiness flows,
Do I love her despite her flaws?

15. O most verdant meadows and thickets,
O string I hear my melodies.

16. I glorified your sorrows in flowers,
In the blaze of lights, in birds.

17. In the smiles of dawn, in the steeds,
In the wheat, in the waving ears of grain,

18. In the tears of the orphan and bereaved,
In the scream of the innocent and oppressed.

19. O repentant consecrated flower,
O news of the sacrifice of my wretched soul.

20. I praise you today concealed and tomorrow revealed,
And whenever the day fades and night casts its pall,

21. And whenever I wet with tears,
Wretched poetry plucked from my ribs.

22. And she felt for a moment with her soul,
Casting delusions from her wounds.

23. And she raised to him a melting eye,
As if it were the image of a repentant soul.

24. But she returned to her madness,
And fires blazed in her eyes.

25. And he had almost kissed
Her disturbed flaming forehead,

26. When she turned into a glowing ember,
Retreating from him in disturbed steps.

27. And after pondering, life said:
Leeches from my body are feeding.

28. Leave me and spare your chaste soul,
A virgin that gloaming does not defile.

29. And take back the kisses from my cheeks,
Forgiveness is heavy upon me.

30. So he said, a tear that purifies
Can cleanse a soul no matter how filthy.

31. The tears of repentance and forgiveness
Are holier, o gloaming, than a sacrifice.

32. For they are the dough of kneaded pain
And the heart's flakes in the eyes.

33. The souls' beads in torment
Strung on a thread of eyelashes.

34. They are juice of pure frankincense
Sorrow congeals in rocks.

35. And pearls in the depth of a sinful sea
The wave casts onto the coast.

36. Moments passed, all of them dreams,
Uninterrupted by any words.

37. The two listened
To the conflict of painful drunkenness.

38. Suddenly he said, o gloaming,
This agony, blessed is agony.

39. This agony, o glow, o my beloved,
O sister, o bride, o my companion.

40. This agony in the cleansing crucible
Is the final limit to the conscience's agony.

41. Gloaming, paradise of life is here,
For you did not commit adultery, but fancy did.

42. Keep the sanctity of agony's memory,
It is a path to chastity and piety.

43. For agony is a ladder to heaven,
So Eden is the inheritance of those who suffered.

44. And the price of alluring happiness
Does not equal the price of gloom.

45. And gloaming was cured of her delusions
But not of her pain.