Here's a Google translation:
But sometimes in the evening I forget the world
raise the eyes to the heavenly tent,
look at stars, the moon, the planets, the light,
my vision then extends into the far distance.
The sparkling splendour shines close to the table,
unthinkable far away in infinite night.
I look so far, I look at being,
space and creation and feel small.
Very small in the sight of infinity,
very small in endless space and time
very small below what fulfils creation,
really big because it reveals itself to my eye.
Not perfect but it conveys the essence and sums up what every stargazer feels. Your English is obviously excellent so maybe you should tune it more accurately and publish.