Love, hidden deep,
Love and sorrow,
I want to trust you, source!
To your soft noise
will I happily listen
listen and,
You should in my heart now look.

All the thoughts
without rest or wavering
Now rush to the beloved!
But alas, I do not know,
if her heart speaks to me,
if she wants to share my loving.

She, for whom I live,
Give away my heart and soul,
She often passes me quickly without even a greeting.
She lowers her gaze,
say, what is she thinking of,
When her eye looks over there dreamily?

Say, o say: When in the evening sun
restless, alone
she hurries through forest and meadow,
when she picks flowers,
and carelessly crushes them
And when she lingers at the hill musing?

Gracefully you carry on swiftly
you sound mild and cheerful,
Bringing hope to my heart.
Well, today I shall dare,
I'll say it tonight,
Oh, maybe, beloved,
you will heal my pain.