1. I say, while night’s wing hangs thick with cloud,

    and night has a hand in every mountain pass:

  2. we two lie side by side, wrapped in a crimson-dyed cloth—

    by God, what that cloth enfolds!

  3. O night of union, never end,

    just as the night of parting never ends.

  4. And tomorrow—if you would be kind to me,

    do not draw near my night, O tomorrow.

Sol 5.6