In the night, traveling memories like a nightly gentle breeze
Raise the feast of sorrow in my emotional soul;
The silent world is like a still and deep sea
On which my groan gushes burning melodies!
The curtain of darkness has fallen down in folds over the earth
Even I do not see a picture of the tears of wakefulness!...
The black whirlpool of despair swings around my heart,
Unless you come to help me Syrius, beaming star!
Perhaps you, Sirius, the smile of the lips of the dawn,
Perhaps you can alleviate the pains of the restless heart!
A gleam of your eye reaches my unlucky soul
It makes my heavy head intoxicated with comfort until the next night!
Then, magnificent star! beaming and shining Sirius,
When you rise, wash with your kiss-curl the weeping eyes of the night!
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