A thin beam of light in the night,
born in the lamp beside me,
glitters and blinds my sight;

and the full brightness shades,
when I look thought it, the walls of the room
behind the shinning, behind my little moon.

For the place is not lightened
but what should have been brightened
is caught in the dimness's embrace.

Darkening even more its face
when solving the problem yourself hates...
That's a shadow of light for me.