In the most anxious of hours,
When I am far away from you,
Upon the depths of my soul I would
So gladly draw your image.

In blessed contentment I would like
To gaze upon your eyes,
Your dear, dear lineaments
I would like to see sharply and clearly.

But in sorrows, but in delights
My heart surges so loudly and stormily,
And your image has faded away
Before my eyes have seen it.

As a little star that beckons
From on high with a gentle glow,
That brightly twinkles toward you
From the clear waters of the lake, --

It must be extinguished forthwith
When the wave surges up,
And its image must dissolve
In the wild flowing of the waves.

But high upon the sky, the clear sky,
The little star always remains in place,
After a thousand, thousand years 
It shall still gaze into the waters of the lake.