No flower smiles in such freshness
As the alpine rose,
Shone upon by the first beam of morning,
Clear dew in its calyx!
  None blooms so joyfully far and wide,
[None] so freely, oh blessing from God!
No rocky crag is too high or far away for it,
It shimmers in greeting to you! 

  Upward, onward with happy courage,
To climb toward it, toward it!
Upward, onward! Full of cheer
Let the roundelay ring out!
  Send your last grief rejoicingly into the winds!
And if anything still wishes to cause you anxiety:
Up on high in the scent of the mist
The most beautiful bushes are blooming!

  And where no little grass blade yet dwells
At the blue ice of the glacier,
Where only the cry of the eagle sounds,
[The alpine rose] blooms on in a happy manner!
  Therefore, before you descend from the [edge of the rock]1,
Pick a bouquet from the moss,
And remain confident in the distant land
As the alpine rose does!

  The blessing of the night already sounds more quietly
And wishes to fade away like the strains of a harp,
And softly and gently
Upon the pinions of the tones,
Hark! the blessing of the day has awakened.
  Thus between night and day,
  How heart and soul may rejoice!
  Morning stillness, to be blessedly alone,
  Blessedly alone with God!

  The last star upon the twilit blue is already
Sparkling more dully and wishes to dissolve,
From out of dark grey
The day wishes to come alight,
But night still lies upon chasm and meadow.
  Thus between night and day,
  How heart and soul may rejoice!
  Morning stillness, to be blessedly alone,
  Blessedly alone with God!

  Every sorrow still conceals itself
And every pain, as if they slumbered
Forever here,
As upon the eternal morning,
And as if they were never to return, never.
  Thus between night and day,
  How heart and soul may rejoice!
  Morning stillness, to be blessedly alone,
  Blessedly alone with God!