A mellow bell peals near,
      It has so sweet a sound;
I know a maiden dear
      With voice as full and round.

   A sunlight alm shines clear,
      With clover blossoms sweet;
There dwells my maiden dear
      And there my love I meet.

   There flying with no fear
      The swallows pass all day,
And fast, my maiden dear,
      Sees chamois haste away.

   I cannot linger here,
      I cannot wait below;
To seek my maiden dear,
      I, to the alm1 must go.

   The mountain's call I hear,
      And up the height I bound;
I know my maiden dear
      Will mark my Juchhé2 sound.

   Rejoicing come I here
      My flaxen-haired sweet-heart;
I love thee maiden dear,
      Nay! bid me not depart!