Werner:
With gentle scents the May-night
Now holds mountain and valley embraced,
Along I come, softly through the shrubbery,
Walking toward the noble castle.
The linden tree soughs in the garden,
I climb into its branches,
And sing from out of its greenery
Up to the high fortress:

  "Young Werner has become the happiest man
  In the Roman Empire!
  But who conferred this good fortune upon him,
  That he does not reveal in words;
  That can only be couched in music!
  How wondrously beautiful it is in May,
  Dear love, I greet thee!"

Margaretha:
High in the treetop the nightingale
Chimes in with sweet jugging,
The sound of the song is carried
Far through mountain and valley.
Thereupon the birds all around look up;
The singing woke them;
Soon the bright company calls resoundingly
From bush and branch and hedges:

  "Marg'retha has become the happiest maiden
  In the Roman Empire!
  But who conferred this good fortune upon her,
  That she does not reveal in words;
  That can only be couched in music!
  How wondrously beautiful it is in May,
  Dear love, I greet thee!"

Werner:
The wave hears it,
Margaretha:
The wave brings it
Werner:
Downstream to the houses;
Margaretha:
From the misty grey distance it echoes
Werner:
Back to me quietly and ever more quietly.
Werner und Margaretha:
And high up in the morning scents
I see two angels flying,
Through the air like the sound of a harp
Their singing floats down to me:

  "Marg'retha has become the happiest maiden ... etc.
  "Jung Werner Young Werner has become the happiest man ... etc.