NIGHT, WHO IN YOUR LOVING SWEET OBLIVION...
Night, who in your loving sweet oblivion
provide security and comfort for
the cares of hostile day, and compensate
the senses for the labours they endured.
You that have led me from my grief away
to gaze on you and contemplate my fates,
hostile and all banded now together
against a man the heavens persecute.
May the bright and shining lamps of heaven
always give you light, and may your friendly
brow be bound with cypress and with nightshade.
May the bright sun never shed his light
on this spot while I must mourn my absence
from my love. How well you know my life!
Francisco de la Torre. Siglo XVI
Translator: Brian Cole