ARCANE NIGHT

In the high mystical night over the slept field
its pavilion of stars encircles the firmament:
vast liturgical veil dotted with silver
and gold on pale blurred blue background.

A musical silence boils around: noise
of the greedy urn of the ether, oh wonder!
on another mystical night even another listening ear
has lowered so now it can fill my ear.

Man you see, listen: it's not just to your eyes
a gift this hive of light, deep and calm.
Learn to hear the rhythm that wander among the orbs.

If you only see, what do you do on dark nights?
Learn to hear, and you will hear God in the heights
and you will enjoy the peace promised to the land.