Like drops of limpid pearls the dew adorns the site And trembling, mingles in delight with soft twilight.
Nature wove a gentle dream of loveliness and sadness there.
And when I gaze upon thy blue my thoughts enraptured towards thee fly. Alas, they cannot reach thy heights and in the air dissolve and die. And yet, O Mount, thou silent mourn'st, my gentle friend. Thus pale and languid, the moon came floating through the misty air. When twilight veiled the Holy Mount in purple gray, When over-burdened and distressed, the soul in pain Found vent in thoughts that ever in my heart remain.