Draw near to thee, oh marvelous sphere
Whose face sparkles through the veil of evening
Your countenance wrapped in stars
Under the ageless firmament enshrined
Draw near to us this night of nights
And to me, your faithful son.
Come oh Maiden of the twilight blessed
Whose face glows with a quiet light,
A somber mirror of the sun's retreat
To guide blind men as torches rest,
Draw near to me this darkest hour
And ease my bitter unrest.
Oh Lady of my heart's delight
Whose gentle glow embraces my soul,
With radiance poured from your chalice pure,
Immaculate bounty of your endless grace,
Grant me this night but a lowly favor
And lay still my passion's restless cries.
Oh clement spirit, ever loving, ever there!
Become now, for a moment, my tender succor
And with grace answer this humble prayer:
That on this night, fair Lady, with cool warmth dazzle
Let your beauty illumine my cold, blue cheeks
And light the path to my grave's dry embrace.