Your countenance in pale beauty,
I saw it recently turned toward the stars.
And soft, magical sounds
Flow forth from your soft hand.
Oh, let me stand quietly before your door,
In the twilight [let me] see your precious shadow!

And dreamily yearning thoughts,
Past happiness, past sorrow,
They wish to twine themselves through the night,
To you from out of my loneliness.
Oh, let me stand quietly before your door,
In the twilight [let me] see your precious shadow!

I hope for nothing from the days of spring,
No yearning can bring back that which is lost.
I only wish to lament to the dark night
That your image, my lovely star, is sinking for me.
Oh, let me stand quietly before your door,
In the twilight [let me] see your precious shadow!