The most renowned of eyes you can despise,
Eyes of my child, where filter and take flight
Who knows what good, what sweetness like the Night!
Turn your dark charms to me, beautiful eyes!
My child's great eyes, mysteries so adored,
You much resemble those enchanted caves
Where, back behind the massed, lethargic shades
Will vaguely gleam an unknown treasure-hoard!
My child has sombre, deep and spacious eyes
Like thee, enormous Night, with lights like thine!
Their fires are thoughts of love and faith combined,
That sparkle, lewd or chaste, deep in their skies.
Přeložil James McGowan