Fearful and timid thoughts
Arise somewhere beyond my daydream
Either in peaceful trance
Or in my mystic gloomy fright
Pervading my essence, diminishing the night;
They all light up the house, the street,
And everything that stands in front.

Perhaps a new devotion, some sort of inclination
Frantic, yet pacific, enriches my state of mind.
That's how I feel things stand, so I...
I only pray for your consent:
You mirroring my eyes.