Oh, if ever, during the night,
while peace reigns on earth,
while the moon shines pale in the sky,
and whitens the stone of tombs,

If from the coffin, breaking the law,
The dead desert their home,
Hear my voice, you for whom I weep
And from death return to me.

Return, despite the fact that death
took vengeance on you one day,
When pale and cold within my arms
You gave in to your suffering.

Return, [as a] star, fire of the evening,
Plaintive chord, light vapor,
Spector draped in a shroud,
What does it matter to me? I want to see you!

I do not pretend, by your help,
To unveil the horrible crime
That abducted from me my only loves,
Nor to fathom the abyss of death,

Nor within my heart, into despair
To kill doubt, no I love you,
Hear this cry, always the same,
Above all return, I want to see you.