I remember the wonderful moment
you appeared before me,
like a fleeting vision,
like a genius of pure beauty.
In the lethargy of hopeless melancholy,
in the anxiety of noisy frivolousness,
your tender voice long lingered in my ears,
and I would dream of your dear face.
Years passed. The surge of restless tempests
dispelled my former dreams;
and I forgot your tender voice,
your divine features.
In isolation, in the gloom of confinement,
my days passed slowly and quietly,
without divinity, without inspiration,
without tears, without life, without love.
But an awakening for my soul has taken place,
and once again you have appeared,
like a fleeting vision,
like a genius of pure beauty.
And my heart beats in rapture
for in it have resurrected
Divinity, inspiration,
life, tears and love.
