Night of stars,
Beneath your veils,
beneath your breeze and
fragrance,
Sad lyre
That sighs,
I dream of bygone loves.  

Serene melancholy
Now blooms deep in my heart,
And I hear the soul of my love
Quiver in the dreaming woods.  

Night of stars...  

Once more at our fountain I see
Your eyes as blue as the sky;
This rose is your breath
And these stars are your eyes.

Night of stars...