So far it is athwart the blue 
To where yon star appears, 
That for its light to reach our view 
Has needed thousand years. 

Maybe that ages gone it shed 
Its glow, then languished in the skies, 
Yet only now its rays have sped 
Their journey to our eyes. 

The icon of the star that died 
Slowly the vault ascended; 
Time was ere it could first be spied, 
We see now what is ended. 

So is it when our love's aspire  
Is hid beneath night's bowl, 
The gleam of its extinguished fire 
Enkindles yet our soul. 

English version by Corneliu M. Popescu

Transcribed by Stefan Bobia
School No. 10, Focsani, Romania
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