Silently, in warm nights, the dew
Flows unseen from the sky,
Into the sleeping flowers
It pours new life once more.

So that in the morning freshness
They stand there in bright splendour,
And the eye of every flower
Smiles amiably up to the sun.

So that in the day's humidity
They remain fresh and do not wilt,
Ever merry, ever cheerful
Their blissful faces laugh.

And He should forget you,
He who espied the plight of the flowers?
Slumber peacefully, for to those who are His own
The Lord giveth everything in their sleep!

  Thawing wind, merry comrade,
God greet you many thousand times!
The well-spring of song bursts forth immediately
When you move with a roar through the valley!

  Ha! How the audacious lad rejoices:
Winter's time has run out!
Hastens after winter with courageous leaps,
Chases it right out of the land!

  The victor rejoices brightly,
Storms forth from place to place,
The merry comrade shouts:
Your torturer is now gone!

  All the flowers upon the meadow, 
All the birds in the grove
Have awakened from the exulting sounds
And join into the rejoicing.

  Before all others, the poets, too,
Run out into the forest,
Rejoicing through the green forest halls
With the merry roaring of the wind.

  You should long have been gone already,
You winter, with taunts and scorn,
Audacious lad, accept our greetings,
You, who chased him away!

Oh linden tree, what a lovely dream
Has been granted to you before all others:
You bloom when from all other trees
The blossoms have long fallen.

When the sun's beams burn glowingly
And the fruits are already swelling,
Then you send into the broad valley
The rich waves of scent.

Oh, could I, when the full bloom of youth of youth
Has long dissipated in the wind,
Could I, too, still bloom to everyone's joy,
Like you, sweet-scented linden tree!

     Briskly outdoors,
  A-wandering, a-wandering!
The sun gazes down upon the world so radiantly,
The birdlets sing along the leafy canopy;
The leas are green wherever I look,
The cloudlets are white in the blue of heaven,
And every meadow wears a garb of blossoms!
And see the winds,
How cheerfully, quickly
They flutter along from the mountains,
As if they had to travel across the sea today yet! --
     Briskly outdoors,
  A-wandering, a-wandering!

     Wanderer,
  Forgotten, forgotten
All the anxieties in the stuffy house,
Let them fly off in the roaring of the wind,
Rejoice so that the birdlets fall silent,
What bliss, what happiness is yours!
Does heaven, heaven wish to enter your heart?
Briskly, all the tones
And all the splendour,
Treasure it up, treasure it up deep within your bosom,
And all your fretting in the face of all the joy,
     Wanderer,
  Let it be forgotten, forgotten!

     Boldly upward,
  To the pinnacle, the pinnacle,
Surefootedly up the dizzying rockface,
Onward, onward without pause and rest! --
God! how beautiful is the countryside up here,
Sparkling and shimmering the ribbon of the rivers,
And the old snow glowing at the blue border!
Fall silent devoutly now,
Bow down fervently,
Awestruck by all the dazzling splendour,
Before God's powerful, eternal might,
     Wanderer,
  And pray, and pray!

Faithful love, faithful love
Is the sweetest thing in the world,
Faithful love, faithful love
Remains even when the sky falls!
The singing about it can never end 
Upon the broad expanse of the world,
How the bond of faithful love
Makes one so happy forever!

 When it shines forth so gently and brightly
From the eyes of your beloved,
Immediately the golden gateway of Heaven
come open widely for you!
When, utterly enchanting your heart, love breaks forth 
To you from the lips of your beloved,
Then, even in winter, ringing joyously,
The loveliest springtime enters for you!

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Richest blessing of faithful love,
Where you dwell in the smallest abode,
God's angels walk in and out
Upon invisible paths;
All anxiety is cast aside
When the angels quietly waft in,
And with every new morning
New joy and bliss is yours!

Therefore happy is he who is not,
Simply not lacking in love,
Who, when someday his eyes grow dim,
Speaks with his last breath:
Faithful love, faithful love
Is the sweetest thing in the world,
Faithful love, faithful love
Remains even when the sky falls!