That I saw my good angel come down as in a dream,
Engirdled with moonlight and silver star gleam,
And hover above me with wings wide outspread.
But you, when he spied, in your snowy white dress,
O child of sweet wonder, and secret caress,
Quite awed and astonished my guardian fled.
Good child, are you demon that just at one glance
Of your eyes through their lashes thrown softly askance
My angel and friend left his long vigilance?
O guardian angel, come back, do not flee
For this girl…! But no, let your long lashes fall,
That your pale lovely features again I recall,
For you… you are he.
Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu