Briskly outdoors,
  A-wandering, a-wandering!
The sun gazes down upon the world so radiantly,
The birdlets sing in 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!

  Is it a greeting from you,
That which the violet breathes,
The violet that just sprouted
From the young greenery?
  Yes, it is surely a greeting from far away,
  Ah, a greeting from you, my shining star!

  Is it a greeting from you,
That the birdlet brings,
The birdlet that sings from the treetop
With such a brisk tone?
  Yes, it is surely a greeting from far away,
  Ah, a greeting from you, my shining star!

  Is it a greeting from you,
That I quickly picked up,
That which the brooklet sings,
That which the fir soughs?
  Yes, it is surely a greeting from far away,
  Ah, a greeting from you, my shining star!

  Is it a greeting from you,
T'would be better if you yourself
Came back, came back,
You my sole happiness!
  Harken, ah harken to my pleading from far away:
  Come back, come back, my shining star!

  He who wishes to kiss his beloved
Should not do it on the open road!
For even if you kiss gently and quietly,
Someone in a nearby enclosure is listening,
Someone who has watched the two of you,
And thinks: how adept those two are at kissing!
  Most certainly then the kisses
  Shall no longer be sweet to you! 

  He who wishes to kiss his beloved,
Should not go too close to the window!
Quiet as a mouse, the neighbour is listening
Even for ghosts at this hour,
And she definitely saw it, and thinks: 
Well, those two kiss each other sometimes!
  Most certainly then the kisses
  Shall no longer be sweet to you! 

  It would be best to go into the little chamber,
When the night has come cosily!
There you need not be concerned
That someone has noticed it.
And though her cheeks may grow red,
There will be no reason to worry till early in the morning!
  Certainly thus the kisses
  Shall always be sweet to you!