The groom:
I read poems emanating from other souls,
  but all the poems only tell me of you and your soul.
And over meadows I gaze and [over] thousands of flowers,
  but everywhere I see only you 
  and the flower of your beauty.
Come, oh come, you the living poem of my soul,
  you my soul's breathing flower, come!
  Come, you my life!
How you tremble!  Give, give me your hand!
  I have longed for you so much,
  and as you came, I was startled.
 
The bride:
I yearned for you so anxiously; now I am glad.  
  It seemed to me as if someone led me toward you
  and someone spoke quietly in my ear:
  Go hither, go hither, today upon his bosom
  you shall be overshadowed by the deep, deep happiness,
  in which lies the sun's rising and its setting! 
And I became anxious as I went to you.
Now I am glad.
 
The groomsman:
I lead stars to other stars 
  in the cycle of linked eternities
  and I am in the wings beating against wings of the mosquitoes' dance.
Carried by my breath the pollen flies 
  from stamens into calyces, and what I murmur 
  trembles in the heart of the bride 
  and causes the bosom of the bridegroom to throb urgently.
Whither I lead them, you need not ask.  
  If you feel yourselves, you feel me.
I bless you.