The Dream God brought me to a giant’s castle
Where a sultry, magic fragrance wafted and lights shimmered,
And waves of colourfully dressed people poured out
Through labyrinthine winding rooms.
The pale entourage seeks the exit portal
With hand wringing and fearful whimpers.
Maidens and knights rose from the crowd,
I was swept away with the throng.

But suddenly I'm standing all alone, and see
And marvel at how quickly the crowd could vanish
And wander away alone, and hurry, and go
Through the chambers that twist so strangely.
My feet become leaden, my heart full of fear and woe,
I almost despair of ever finding the exit.
Then I finally come to the last gate;
I want to escape - oh God, who is standing in front of it!

It was my beloved who stands at the gate,
Pain on her lips, worry on her forehead.
I'm supposed to go back, she waves her hand;
I don't know if she's warning or angry.
But from her eyes flashes a sweet fire
That spreads through my heart and brain.
The way she looked at me, stern and breath-taking,
And yet so loving. I woke up.