To be sure, I travelled through the lands
In the lovely summertime,
And gazed upon God's miracles,
So glorious far and wide;
  I had to sing like a birdlet
In my bright spirits:
Oh [travelling, travelling, travelling]1,
How you make everything right!

  To the winds upon the mountain [heights]2
I surrendered every woe,
I let it sink down
Deep into the blue lake;
  But lo, how soon a yearning
Came mightily into my breast,
Oh homeland, dear homeland,
I thought of you day and night!

  And without stopping and resting
I travelled homewards,
Before my cozy cottage
I soon stood happily;
  And as I rested inside,
A weary wanderer,
What well-being, what bliss 
I felt in the quiet house! --

  Thus you might well imagine 
That you drink the joy of young life,
May that be your only yearning,
Oh heart in my breast!
  Take care, the hour shall come
When joy is ended,
At the father-house of God
How gladly you shall knock!

Ave Maria! Sea and heaven are resting,
From every tower echoes the sound of bells,
Ave Maria! Leave off your earthly endeavours,
Pray to the Virgin, to the Virgin's son,
The hosts of Heaven themselves are now kneeling
With staves of lilies before the Father's throne,
And through the rosy clouds the songs
Of the blessed spirits waft solemnly down [toward earth].

Oh holy devotion, which marvelously penetrates
Every heart with a quiet shiver!
Oh holy faith that soars toward heaven
On the white wings of prayer!
There pain dissolves into mild tears,
While the rejoicing of happiness rings out more gently.
Ave Maria! When the bell sounds,
Earth and heaven smile, reconciled.