the night...

pale as the moon...

dazed as solitude...!

And the melody went on with its whisperings...

and flew, veiled by the darkness...

toying with hearts and stealing into thoughts...!

The poet heard it in his seclusion...

and a shiver ran through his heart...

And the beautiful one hearkened to it in her chamber...

and sent up a sigh from her heart...

And the melody vanished with the morning...

And when the second evening came...

it began sending out its magic whispers...

now mingled with the poet's fancy...

and the feelings of the beautiful one...!

And the melody returned once more...

to the field of melancholy...

where fancy had brought it forth...!

And the goddess of sorrows hearkened to it...

possessed by enchantment...

and bewitched by beauty...!

She could not believe it was her melody...

which she had composed but yesterday...

into which she had put a piece of her heart...

and an essence of her soul...!

The tune was heavenly...

and the goddess was at a loss...

what should she name her living melody...!

She wants for it a heavenly name...

because it is heavenly...!

She wants to make it immortal...

because it speaks of immortality...!

And she raised two moistened eyes to the moon...

asking him...

And the moon smiled absently...

and sent his pale beam...

to the far hem of the horizon...

And in the sprawling expanse...

the goddess read, in letters of silver:

Pain... Hope...!!!