That which the earth jealously conceals from humans
With boldness we varlets bring up into daylight,
When others are forgetting their earthly worries,
Here down below shrill blows ring out.
There roll
Through the tunnels
The mining cars on their tracks,
There rise and fall
The barrels, there resound
The vaults and chasms
With our: good luck!
 
When the people above rejoice in the light,
Sent out by springtime for a joyful feast,
When the flowers scatter colours and scents,
Here down below shrill blows ring out.
There roll, etc.
 
When wafting west winds rock themselves in the treetops
And the lament of the nightingale sounds in solitude,
When dreams of love flit through the moonlit night,
Here down below shrill blows ring out.
There roll, etc.
 
When above they chase after fleeting good fortune,
As only the foolishness of mankind can do,
[When they] fight over trivialities, take risks for absurdities,
Here down below shrill blows ring out.
There roll, etc.
 
Thus we varlets, separated from light,
Work in a unity never seen in the sunny groves,
And while above they tire themselves out in battle,
Here down below shrill blows ring out.
There roll, etc.