Tenor Solo:
 And as they sang, they hear
 A gentle, lamenting melody.
 At once the dance that had spun dizzily halts
 And everyone listens to the song.

Rose:
 Spring has come again,
 Has called out:  "Arise, awake!"
 What use is the blossoming to me,
 Whose heart has broken with yearning?

 When the maidens play with me caressingly,
 When their song sings of love,
 I lament that for us poor roses
 Never blooms a springtime of love!

Fairy Queen:
 You foolish child,
 You wish to have the joy of love.
 It is well for you that of its pains
 You have known nothing until this spring.

Rose:
 I wish to bear it, all the pain,
 I feel I am strong!

Fairy Queen:
 You, little rose, you?
 You wish to leave our realm
 Where joy and peace reign eternally?

Rose:
 Oh let me become a maiden.
 Let me love as maidens do!

Fairy Queen:
 If that's what you desire, little rose, so be it!
 For mankind refers to maidens
 As the image of roses;
 The rose shall become a maiden,
 And so the saying shall come true!

 And you shall carry a rose,
 With which I grant you immunity and salvation!
 To whomever holds it [the rose], the joys of the world,
 The purest [joys] shall be given.

 But take care to remember that if the rose ever falls from your hand,
 You shall forfeit your life,
 But not for long!
 A breath of spring shall lead you as a rose,
 Back to your homeland.

Choir of the Fairies:
 We dance, we dance
 In the lovely night,
 Till from slumber the day
 Awakens in the morning light,

 Till the flower from the dew
 Drinks new life
 Far upward, full of the joy of song,
 The lark soars.