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.