XXXIII
Josef Štýbr translation
The night is fair and transparent— One sees the heaven’s sainted; The song, the odor, and the buzz Hold the whole heart enchanted. O pity, Thou art not with me, To hear with me and wonder How everything here tells its tale To the clear heavens yonder. How the whole world is but one song The universe pervading, And that from human hearts but comes An echo, faint and fading.