Prayer to the Night

Exactly how many eyes do you have, Night?
I keep counting them,
and each time I come up with a different number.
However many there are,
when they look down may they find me acting virtuously.
Or if they don't, I hope that, seeing what other people do,
you'll understand.
I lose myself in the wonder of your infinite blackness,
And pierced by the light of your unnumbered stars,
rest in the confidence of your mercy.