At night the palm trees shed heavy tears. br Their shadows bend over the sea br Nearly soundless Like the scattered souls that weep br In the serene immobility of the stars. br Palm trees, br For whom the tremor of your lowered hands br And your mute sob in night's vertigo? br Palm trees, For whom the call of the distant seas, br The warm perfumes, br The anguish, br That rest in the gold of your half-open hearts? br For the cold kiss of the moon? br Will he come, the naked Child, with the enormous eye, br To spread his desire over all your silences, br And in the nameless sky br Will unhoped-for love be born, br And then shoot up into the fullness of the stars? br Oh palm trees, br The shivering coat of your blue'd hair br And the shadow of your swaying bodies br Each day have sung the delirious suns of these dazzled shores. br The hour when the big sleep br Will bend our heavy nakednesses toward earth br Has rung, far away, on the dream's high plain. br On our forehead we carry the somber diadem br And our hearts made heavy with the impossible love br Adore throughout the night and the music of the stars br The wound that your friends the leaves put to sleep, br And the endless sob of your fallen branches.