The lilac is filling the air with scent, the rose is blooming,
Come down into the nighttime garden,
The moonlight trembles, my soul is ablaze,
Come down, do not let me wait in vain!
Do you not hear the beeches whispering in the grove,
Do you not hear the forest birds singing
So sweetly, so purely?
Oh, do not keep your beloved waiting!

The roses are filling the air with scent, the jasmine is blooming,
The nightingales are jugging,
Pearls of dew glitter in the green of the meadow
And the waves surge quietly.
Oh, come down into the blossoming night,
Springtime and love have both wakened
Mightily, mightily, --
Come down to wander among the flowers!

She opens the window, she waves with her shawl,
Already she is wandering through the blooming meadows,
Ye gods! Is it not a dream, not a deception?
She grants me my wish, the loveliest of women!
She drifted down into the spring night,
Springtime and love have both wakened
Mightily, mightily, --
God greet you, loveliest of women!