And do you know, beloved, sometimes today I thought
and thought, if we were both children
and then went out upon a beautiful meadow,
not very large and full of loveliness,
and if we picked flowers then and stalks
that were taller than we and quite a bit more slender,
and you then took from me the beautiful flowers
and laughingly ran away with all my flowers
--a naughty boy and a little girl--
and I, I would sit there and weep mightily,
forsaken upon the wide, wide meadow,
for this whole, great, evil world:
 
That would be lovely, oh beloved, wouldn’t it?
 
And do you know, beloved, I thought about many things today
and thought, if we were both old folk
and then were sitting in front of our little house,
upon the charming bench after the day’s work,
and people would walk past every now and then
in the evening in the familiar street
-- we’ve known them for a long time and they us --
and they greet us then and one stops,
a little old person, and nods and speaks and nods:
"Thirty years ago, yes, those were the days--"
and we then nod and shake our heads:
"Yes, yes, good neighbour, how time flies!"
and many children play about us noisily:
 
That would be lovely, oh beloved, wouldn’t it?
 
And do you know, beloved, I thought about many things today
and right at the end I thought something foolish,
and I hardly dare to tell it to you, beloved,
so foolish is that which I thought; do you know what I thought?
"Let us both never die!"
 
That would be lovely, oh beloved, wouldn’t it?