The fly-rib clouds redeemes;
Star sad, evening star,
Your beam silvered the faded plains,
Both the dormant bay and the black cliffs tops;
Love your faint light in heavenly embroidered:
He woken the dumas asleep in me.
I remember your sunrise, the familiar shone,
Over a peaceful country where everything is sweet for the heart,
Where the slender topolas in the valleys ascended,
Where naps a gentle myrtle and dark cypress,
And sweetly noise the midday waves.
There once in the mountains, a heart duma full,
Over the sea, I was wicking a brooding laziness,
When the huts came the shadow of the night —
And the maiden young in the mgle was looking for you
And she called her girlfriends name.