Light dazzling as the heavens.

Even in the barracks the echoes ring,

Although it is all dark and quiet within.

One soldier alone stands in a ray of light;

He leans against a pillar sadly,

As if it were indeed his coffin.

He raises tearful eyes to Heaven,

As though he would entreat the stars:

The stars for him shine very brightly,

Gleam houses beautiful and merry.