A star of love on of the heavens
Shrouds my open bosom with radiance,
A springtime plays newly within my heart,
A new rose blooms upon my heart:
You are the star full of love and rapture,
Your breath cools my bosom,
You are the springtime that warms me,
That rhapsodizes in the flowers of my heart.
You have placed the rose against my heart,
Thus you bloom without, bloom within,
Thus the power of spring moves doubly;
The little rose grows and fills my senses;
I swim in the scents of love,
The blue of the air is endless.
 
Ye stars in the winter night, do you suppose
That I glow from drinking sweet wine?
Oh rejoice that I bloom so solitarily,
My heart is keeping watch beside a rose;
It is the wine from which I am aglow,
The rose that I draw toward me, breathing deeply,
It is a loving radiance from you,
In this rose you are doubly mine,
Bliss would gladly announce itself in words
So warmly alive as droplets of blood,
But the rose closes my lips
And is, in cooling, so good for me,
My eyes are filled with a sweet urgency:
Oh dew of love, in tears I thank you.