Do you waft down from the expanses,
night, with your silver wreath?
Does the mild radiance of darkness
lift me into your eternities?

As if eyes beckon lovingly:
may all love be unveiled!
as if arms sink yearningly:
may all yearning be fulfilled - 

thus a star shines for me from the distances --
all anxieties fall away,
most blissful immersions --
shines and shines and wishes to descend to me.

And powerful forces drive me
towards the star, and it sinks -
and a burgeoning, a blossoming 
of its radiance takes and gives

and redeems me into the times
when no people yet saw
how stars glide through nights,
how enigmas approach souls.