Briskly outdoors,
  A-wandering, a-wandering!
The sun gazes down upon the world so radiantly,
The birdlets sing [in]1 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!