The summer evening gazes
So quietly upon the earthly realm,
The sky is becoming a deeper blue,
The red of the west is becoming pale

And the golden glow of evening
Dims upon the hills,
Quietly, secretly rushing
The deep Rhine flows below.

Scent rises from the orange trees and roses
About the friendly house,
Rosy maidens are flirting
From the balcony.

They Jokingly embrace
Each other, Wrestling in sweet play
Strings and songs ring out
I ponder and dream many things.

I wander up and down
In sweet, blissful dreams;
The songs have long since died away,
I hardly know it myself.

And when I awaken, the night
Gazes at me so hugely,
The sky all embroidered through with stars,
And the peaceful splendour of the hills.