Chaste goddess! Goddess so pure,
That even the pink hues of shame 
may never sully your soft light.
I dare to make you the confidante of my feelings.
Like you, I have no reason to blush 
for anything in my own heart;
But, like yours, my face is sometimes 
covered with clouds at the memory 
of humanity's unfair and blind judgment.
Like you, the errors and miseries 
of this world influence my dreams.
But, citizen of the heavens, you are happier than I,
For you always retain your serenity:
The storms and tempests that rise up from our world 
glide over your quiet surface.
Goddess, you who look kindly upon my sadness,
Pour your cold tranquility into my soul.