That is the yearning, which you never knew,
in which my glances strangely expand,
so that, enraptured, they espy infinities
of thousands upon thousands of wonders as if mesmerized.
That is the yearning, which through fairyland
night after night seductively entices me to stride
where golden gondolas, heavily laden with dreams, glide,
where my soul found its homeland.
And always when [yearning’s] caressing hand wakens me
I feel my soul spread its wings,
it swings itself aloft, high above realities;
and where the stars battle with the clouds,
reaches deeply into the silvery strings of its harp
the lofty yearning, which you never knew.