Je t'adore ' l''gal de la vo'te nocturne

I adore you, the nocturnal vault's likeness, o vast taciturnity, o vase of sadness: I love you, my beauty, the more you flee, grace of my nights, the more you seem, to multiply distances, ah ironically, that bar my arms from the blue immensity. I advance to the attack, climb to the assault like a swarm of worms attacking a corpse, and I cherish, o creature cruel, and implacable, your coldness that makes you, for me, more beautiful!