Wherever I am, near or far,
two eyes, there they are,
deeply bright, 
quick as lightning, 
shimmering like a mountain spring,
set in rich shadow.

Anyone who looks at the sun
knows what I see;
if he just shuts his eyes -
small and black, 
two little dots,
he sees them everywhere.

So before me constantly
this pair of eyes appears,
wide awake in wood and field, 
nightly when I fall asleep,
nothing in the whole world 
conceals them from me.

Gladly would I describe them,
but you would never understand:
day and night, 
earnest laughter, 
power of water and fire,
all are united here, 
smiling at me.

In the evening, before it is dark,
I climb four steps,
knock at the door, 
a slim neck greets me,
cheeks so full, 
wine-dark mouth, 
raven hair, 
brows so clear, 
beneath them my pair of eyes!