Evening Songs (1920)/34

by Vítězslav Hálek

XXXIV

 

Those stars, those fair wee little stars,
The heavens' blue dome lighting,
They look to me down with sweet eyes,
Me up to them inviting.

Oh no! ye fair wee little stars;
You love that wheel of heaven,
While I prefer to stay down here
Where I find all I’ve craven.

You don’t know, fair wee little stars,
And think not what you’re missing;
We have here heaven on the earth
In sweet, delightful kissing.