So many feelings of the heart remain unknown! 
So many burgeoning loves are cast out into the world! 
So many sweet sighs and so many promises disappear 
forever into the dark night! 
The stars move across the sky, 
life passes by and my longing goes unnoticed. 
I never knew love’s exquisite pleasures. 
Life passes by and the stars move across the sky.

I will come when the moon descends from the sky; 
I’ll come in the hour when you’re fast asleep! 
I want to count the stars one by one, 
and tell you their number. 
Even if there are many thousands of stars in the beautiful sky, 
they will always be fewer than my sorrows. 
Even if I were to count them for an entire year, 
they will always be fewer than my sorrows.

As dawn dispels darkness 
to reveal every valley, every coast, 
I want to count, one by one, 
the flowers with which Spring adorns itself. 
Even if there are many thousands of flowers in that beautiful field, 
they will always be fewer than my sorrows. 
Even if there are thousands and thousands of flowers in the meadow, 
they will always be fewer than my sorrows.

Near an old monastery, in a solitary, overgrown valley, 
I found the cemetery where I want to be buried. 
That place, so hideous and strange, is perfect for my suffering! 
No one ever goes there; neither the grass nor the flowers laugh there.

Will he return again?! I saw him languish 
in the bleak dawn and, crying, die. 
And yet a monstrous feeling seizes me from time to time.
Again I hear his voice! … Will he return again?

Love, you make life pleasing: I bless you, love! 
You reawaken everything, as spring reawakens meadows and flowers. 
It melts the snow and slowly dispels the harshness of winter. 
My soul is warmed with a new fire… I bless you, love!

I would like to climb up that lovely hill with you, 
to sit on the soft grass, and sing cheerful hymns. 
From there we shall see the sea scattered with white sails. 
At last we will be able to calm our tired souls!