If the striking brow by which this eye gazes,
from which good judgment proceeds faithfully,
had turned away this spiritless darkness
by proclaiming its love will rightly linger,
my sighs would declare their honest thanks
for this tenderness that has finally expelled
the low ignorance, the seclusion and illness
where I dwelt for many moons desperately.
And once stark obscurity would be removed
by rapture swallowing my basic weaknesses,
staying with me throughout the long night.
The grief in my eyes would be assuaged
by an intense love ultimately expressed
in the serene refuge of this weary person.