He came in the early morning
Like the morning wind,
Nut-brown were his curls,
His feet were swift.
Into his eyes his whole
Soul was distilled --
Ah, the one glance
Singed my heart!
And I stood, as if I must
Forever look at him, --
He held me in his embrace,
He kissed me!

As if he had brought from outside
The whole world
Brilliantly illuminated 
With flashing beams of light;
As if life were burgeoning
Within my breast,
Thus I hung upon his neck
In trembling joy.
And what he spoke
I no longer know,
For the world was singing
And resounding all around me!

What has happened to me?
Yes, if I only knew!
I have now atoned for
My threats, my anger.
The water in the well,
It trickles and runs:
To the brook where he dwells, 
It flows quickly. 
My ponderings, my thoughts 
Fly through the forest,
Ah, beloved, my beloved,
Come back, come soon!