There where the morning star rises and sets,
And from whence the morning wind blows,
There lives she to whom my hearts sends its pleading.

The dawn of my suffering in love,
She, the joyful red of my hopes,
My sweet life, sweet death.

No gaze of mine reaches thither,
But upon the bright adornment of heaven
I see the reflection of her.

The red glow of dawn has been kindled,
Because she awoke from her slumbers
And smiled brightly at the heavens.

The breeze of the dawning is her greeting,
The morning sun her kiss of love
That must unlock my heart.

Around her house, there where she dwells,
Revolves the sun by day, and by night, the moon,
And as often as she looks out they are rewarded.

The heavens revolve around love,
Love revolves only around you,
And lovingly I turn toward you.

You, shining over mountain and valley,
From head to toe always
A single heavenly beam of loveliness.

You, the rosy meadow of my joy,
May spring flatter you with warm breezes,
The morning with pearly dew.

Be as eternally young as the morning,
Be greeted like the sweep of the sun [on the heavens]
By the homage of all eyes.

As numerous as the flowers blooming in the greenery,
As numerous as the stars glowing in the blue,
Are the sparks that leap for you.

In the sea, as numerous as the waves therein,
So numerous are the wishes in my spirit
And every one of them surges toward you.

Oh lark, when to the gates of morning
You rise because of her glances,
Sing her this song of Freimund.