How good it is for me here in the darkness.
How the warm night wafts.
The stars of God glow
In a festive display.
Come, Ida, come into the open
And let us look up into this blue
And let us look up into these heights
And be amazed as we look up!

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O, stars of God, witnesses
And ambassadors of a better world!
You quieten the turmoil
That fills my heart.
I look up, you noble ones,
To your light spheres,
And a sense of eternal bliss
Calms my rebellious breast.

O Ida, if melancholy
Shrouds your soft eyes,
If the world uses wormwood
To fill your cup of life,
Then go out into the darkness
And look at the stars sparkling,
And your pain will be easier
And your heart will beat more freely.

And if in barren dust
Your confused spirit falls sick,
If, deep within, your faith
In God and the future wavers,
Look up into that distance
To those eternal stars!
Look up and believe in God,
And bless the grave and death.

O Ida, if the harshness
Of fate ever divides us,
And if the pressure of the world
Offers us no chance to see or kiss each other,
Then look up into space,
Into the broad expanse of blue,
Into those light heights,
There! We shall see each other again there!

And when, dear, 
I am protected from all wars and battles
By the still grave,
Then look upwards and say, 
"In those high distances,
On those golden stars,
There, where they glow brightest
Is where he I have lost is now a pilgrim."

O stars of God, ambassadors
And citizens of a better world,
You who brighten the night of the dead
And bring the light of a more gentle dawn,
Softly shine around the place
Where I awake from a quiet bed
And a sweet sleep
Into Eden's more beautiful day!