No flower smiles in such freshness
As the alpine rose,
Shone upon by the first beam of morning,
Clear dew in its calyx!
  None blooms so joyfully far and wide,
None so freely, oh blessing from God!
No rocky crag is too high or far away for it,
It shimmers in greeting to you! 

  Upward, onward with happy courage,
To climb toward it, toward it!
Upward, onward! Full of cheer
Let the roundelay ring out!
  Send your last grief rejoicingly into the winds!
And if anything still wishes to cause you anxiety:
Up on high in the scent of the mist
The most beautiful bushes are blooming!

  And where no little grass blade yet dwells
At the blue ice of the glacier,
Where only the cry of the eagle sounds,
The alpine rose blooms on in a happy manner!
  Therefore, before you descend from the edge of the rock,
Pick a bouquet from the moss,
And remain confident in the distant land
As the alpine rose does!