Fly, little boat, through the night,
The splendour of the stars is already beginning to sparkle,
From a golden house the moon 
Peers forth into the quiet water.
Far away, the glow of a little light begins to [twinkle]1
From my beloved’s window.
Fly, little boat, through the night,
For Rose of València is keeping watch.

The birds have long gone to rest,
The starlight keeps watch over them,
The moon is already rimming the distant foam
Of the waves with a pale edge.
Everything is sleeping, only she alone
Still abides in her silent chamber.
Fly, little boat, through the night,
For Rose of València is keeping watch.

Even the colourful host of the flowers
Has closed its bright and clear eyes,
Dreaming of eternal springtime splendour,
Where the sun smiles more beautifully.
Everything [rests]2, only my beloved gazes
Out of her window quietly and cosily.
Fly, little boat, through the night,
For Rose of València is keeping watch.

Soon she closes her clear eyes,
Like the colourful host of flowers,
Dreams of the bliss of love,
Dreams of the pain and woe of love.
Already the glow of the light 
In my beloved's window is extinguished.
Fly, little boat, through the night,
Until Rose of València awakens.