"Come along!
Hasten your steps."
Thus it sounded from the green meadow,
As, gazing at the blue of the heavens,
I heard a post-horn sounding
Through the lofty trees of the forest.
Oh how my spirit was moved,
The old desire for the world stirred,
I felt a feverish yearning
At the sound of the horn.

"Come along!
I will teach you foreign customs!"
Thus it sounded brightly, thus it sounded sweetly,
Like voices from paradise.
"I will lead you to distant places,
To the stars of new yearnings.
Oh see how the blueness smiles beautifully,
Follow my enticing sounds
Down to the land of blossoms
Where the poet's dreams glowed."

"Come along!
Arise, follow with utmost haste!"
I could no longer resist
The lovely, enticing sound
My thoughts are already flitting
With lightning speed to the farthest distances.
But listen, suddenly I am magically captivated
By a sound emanating from sweet lips:
I shall stay in my homeland
In the sweet bonds of love.