Do you hear the nightingale?  From out her breast
Flows and bubbles forth a melting song,
Love entices, deep yearning swells,
And hope sways in the sound of the song.
Through the loud joy trembles a quiet lamenting,
For I understand the sound of the voice,
It is the answer to the question,
You are to love me, says the nightingale

The spring night is warm, the buds are bursting,
Trees and bushes are spinning the young green about themselves,
The flowers wish to speak through their scents,
And through the leaves a whispering breath passes.
A coming and a becoming weaves and wafts about,
Everywhere in the silence is an urging and surging,
Every power is bestirring itself, -- yes, that the earth
This is the time of bliss, says the nightingale.

Are you yourself in lovely inclination not feeling
That you should rejoice brightly and bloom with joy?
Your heart is full, even though your lips keep silence,
Und du fühlst ja doch die ganze Seele glühen And yet you do indeed feel your entire soul glowing .
Your eyes shine in the moonlight,
Oh hear the sweet swelling of the sounds!
Listen to how it woos, listen to how it pleads! Only you, you alone,
You would be my own, says the nightingale.