For a long time I couldn't get to sleep last night, 
I got up, opened the window...
The still night caressed and burned me, 
Intoxicating me with the aroma of the flowers...

Suddenly the bushes rustled under the window, 
The curtain blew open  - 
And a youth flew in, with a bright face,
As if he was made from the moon's sparkle.

The doors to my bedroom opened, 
Colonnades were revealed behind them;
Garlands of lights adorned with roses
Were shining in alabaster vases...

The wondrous guest approached my bed
And said with a mild smile:
"Why at my sight did you dive so quickly
Into your pillows like a frightened little fish!

Look back at me - I am the God of illusions and dreams, 
I am a secret friend for a shy maiden...
And the rapture of heavens I have brought for the first time
For you - my queen..."

He was speaking and gently lifting
My face from the pillow with his hands, 
And the side of my cheek he was passionately kissing, 
And seeking my lips with his own...

Under his breath I grew weak...
My hands I unclasped from my chest...
And I heard: "You are mine! You are mine!"
Like the distant sounds of the harp... 

The hours have passed... I opened my eyes...
My slumber has already been lit by the dawn...
I'm alone... shaking all over... My hair is undone. 
I don't know what happened to me.