The sky and all the delights of the sky I see
In my child’s sweet face — and I cannot tear my eyes away...
Innocent angel, by chance fallen to the earth,
How much happiness you’ve brought! Child, how dear you are to me!
The wind gusts and your curls flicker with gold,
They glisten round your dear tiny head like a halo,
You’re just like a little cloud, drenched by the light of dawn,
Pure like the forest lily-of-the-valley — May’s charming bloom!
With a gentle caress your deep blue eyes
Look into my soul and seem like the color of the sky,
Darkening for an instant before a spring storm...
I contemplate the sky in your gaze, child!
Where is that land of which our fairy tales murmur?
I’d carry you in my arms to that wondrous realm,
Silently, barefoot on sharp stones would I walk,
If only to spare you — the thorns of earth’s path!
God! When You sent me a child, You opened the sky for me!
My mind was cleansed of vain, petty desires!
Into my breast You breathed new, mysterious powers!
In my burning heart You kindled — the flame of immortal love!