I descend into the deep valley
To the quiet depths of Goldau.
Alpine roses adorn my hat and staff,
The pilgrim girl helped twine them.
I rejoice mutely.
Oh Rigi, you my alpine land,
Where I found the purest joy.
Farewell, farewell,
I must go away from you,
Must part for a long time!

Thus I stride along as if in a dream
From the Kulm down to the Staffel.
God greet you, dear pilgrim girl,
Adieu, ye familiar brethren!
I rejoice mutely.
Oh Rigi, you my alpine land,
Where I found the purest joy.
Farewell, farewell,
I must go away from you,
Must part for a long time!

I pass silently by the little church,
The holy pilgrimage site;
The shepherd's pipe entices me to Dossen
So that I may yet pray up there!
I rejoice mutely.
Oh Rigi, you my alpine land,
Where I found the purest joy.
Farewell, farewell,
I must go away from you,
Must part for a long time!

From the little roof I gaze into the valley,
The Scheideck pass sends a greeting down to me.
It seems as if the rushing waterfall
Is sending me its farewell songs.
I rejoice mutely.
Oh Rigi, you my alpine land,
Where I found the purest joy.
Farewell, farewell,
I must go away from you,
Must part for a long time!