When the joyful light rises in the morning
I go to my open window.
Outdoors, the breezes waft warmly upon the meadows,
The larks are already singing high in the blue heavens,
The trees rustle merrily by the window,
And the men are heading down into the forest;
And with the singing and the sound of the horns
I always become so anxious, anxious.
 
  If I only knew where you are right now,
I would feel better for a short time.
If only you could see me over the mountains,
[See that I am] thinking of you while walking in the garden:
There the fountains all murmur so singularly,
The flowers are bowed with sorrow in the wind.
Ah! by the birds over the valley
I send you many thousands of greetings!
 
  You often said:  How sweet and pure
Are your blue eyes!
Now they must weep continually,
Because they do not find what they seek;
My red lips shall also grow pale
Since you, my sweet lover, have left me.
Before you think it, everything may change,
Everything may soon come to an end.