Night sprout up through the pale weakness of the day
Choked is the warmth and its feeble loving light
Why my heart it pounds? Is it you, my dark mistress say?
Worship you I do and you me never fail on delightful night

Foolish and weak is any human love, but my bride not this
In life and so in death, for you I shall fight
Your cold breath caresses me of my mind and into my wish
You I can love for you are me, oh precious night