The evening is blossoming,
The west is glowing!
Beauteous light, where did you catch fire,
From which star have you descended?

A bright flame
Sets the sea and land alight.
In the red glow, all ablaze
Are the fields, circling the grove.

How magnificent it looks
The sombre sea.
The waves are dancing, drunk with the glow,
And sparks of fire glitter, staggering with delight.

The rays paint
The beloved valley,
The place inhabited by the beauteous beauty,
With a pink glow and pale gold.

Hesperus, pour,
With a gentle greeting,
Onto her the content of my songs,
Down onto her, the most beautiful of your roses.

They are blossoming more beautifully,
They are glowing more warmly,
The pale roses of her cheeks,
And they awaken a fervent desire.

A look from her,
A confidential nod
Flows like electricity into my marrow and life
And makes the most sensitive of my nerves quiver.

Therefore Hesperus
Grab a greeting and a kiss
From the noble one, the spotless one
And offer her a sacrifice of your most beautiful roses.

Admiration
And homage
Are due to beauty alone, which lives for ever,
Since grace and sanctity raise it up.