See how the moonbeams
Paint bush and meadow silver!
How the brooklet rolls and shimmers!
Rays of light rain [down], sparks hurl [down]
From the gently stirring leaves,
And the dewy meadow glistens and glimmers.
Shining, the mountain peaks darken,
The swaying tops of the poplars gleam.

Through the spaces drunk [with] radiance, 
Voices whisper, fluttering dreams
Speak intimately to me. 
Bliss, which urges me,
Highest joy which sweetly intimates to me,
Say, where do you bloom, where do you bring forth fruit? 
Do not break open my breast powerful yearning;
Extinguish [my] melancholy, refreshing tears.

How, ah, how to recover from the anguish?
Where, ah, where [is] a loving being
[To] still the sweet agonies?
One into the other fully submerged,
Completely lost, drowned,
Until every barren wasteland is filled -
Such [as these], ah, I imagine, cooled [my] yearning,
Extinguished [my] melancholy with priceless tears.

One I know, ah, only one,
I know you alone, you, oh pure one,
Who [speaks] the hearts’ melancholy.
Circling, thronging around you,
Embracing, twining around you,
Truly uniting [as] one with you - 
Spare, ah, spare the [sunken] blisses.
Heaven and earth make the drunken ones disappear.