Free from my transient tomb,
Where I was enchained,
here I am, the immortal me,
floating over this azure ocean, under the moon light,
like a serene feather in the zephyr…
Even in her darkest hours,
Rich yet elegant is she, young nature…
Her splendor enthralling me, dazing me, even a void soul….
Ah! How well have thee painted the world,
with thy colours of nature…
As these glittering stars, and this silent night
lull me now
alone, alone and alone I glide,
losing my way to heaven….