The evening blooms!
     The west glows!
Where, lovely light, were you ignited?
From which star did you swim down?
 
     A bright burning
     Enflames sea and land;
Round about the meadows and groves
Flares up in the red gleam.
 
     How noble looks
     The sombre sea!
The wave dances, intoxicated with radiance,
And, reeling with rapture, spews forth fiery sparks.
 
     The beams paint
     The dear valley
In which lives the loveliest of the lovely,
With a rosy glow and mute gold.
 
     Pour down, Hesperus,
     With a quiet greeting,
Upon her, the substance of my songs,
The most beautiful of your roses.
 
     Much more beautifully blooms,
     Much more warmly glows
The pale rose of her cheeks,
And wakens fervent longing.
 
     A single glance from her,
     An intimate nod
Flashes electrically through marrow and life,
And makes the smallest nerve quake.
 
     Thus Hesperus,
     Offer greeting and kiss
To the glorious one, the perfect one,
And to her, offer your most beautiful roses.
 
     Admiration
     And adoration
Are demanded only by the beauty that lives forever,
Because adoration and holiness elevate it.