O night to me more splendid and more blessed 
Than the most blessed and most splendid of days, 
Night worthy of the most exalted praise, 
Not just of mine, unworthy and distressed, 

You alone have been the faithful giver 
Of all my joys; you've made the bitter taste 
Of this life sweet and dear, for you've replaced 
Within my arms the one who's bound me ever. 

I just regret that I did not become 
Lucky Alemena then, for whom the dawn 
Postponed, against all custom, its returning, 
But I can never say such good has come 
From you, clear night, for even now my song 
Cannot subdue the matter of its yearning.