What all does love not dare
In olden and new times?
Where beats a heart that does not
Receive courage from love?
I walk beside the clear brook
In quiet solitude,
And pick a nosegay
For my lovely maiden.

I pick the primrose there
In its velvety spring gown,
And also the carnation
That spreads sweet fragrance.
The carnation is like my beloved,
Who delights body and soul;
I wish to pick a nosegay
For my lovely maiden.

I pick the rose
In the glory of the dew,
Chaste like the lips of my beloved,
Never sullied by malefactors.
And spicy hyacinth, blue
As constancy -
And all of them for a nosegay
For my lovely maiden.

The radiance of the lily is pure
And shines far and wide:
May it protect - a talisman -
Her bosom from sorrow!
And you too, violet, image of her modesty,
With your rich scent, nestle into the nosegay
Of the much-loved maiden!

One flower is still missing:
Then hold yourself at the ready! -
The silvery blossom yonder
That the white hawthorn offers me. - 
Birdlets, do not be fearful in your warm nest:
I shall do nothing to harm you! -
And now - now off you go, nosegay,
To my lovely maiden!