I hold you faithfully within my heart,
I shall not let you go.
Oh Germany, you my life,
Through you I feel myself to be great.
With the best pulsing of my heart, 
I shall remain yours today and every day;
I hold you faithfully within my heart,
I shall not let you go.

For you have given me
My life and being.
Everything that I am, that I possess,
Is all, all yours.
My homeland, my homeland,
Therefore, I am fervently enflamed for you.
For you have given me
My life and being.

If I am someday crowned with a wreath,
It grew in your grove.
For you taught me to sing,
And even my song itself is yours.
From the rich trove of your language
You generously offered me sentence upon sentence.
If I am someday crowned with a wreath,
It grew your grove.

She as well, who has now become
United with me in spirit and body,
Was given to me by you,
[She,] the noble German woman.
From you comes all power and adornment,
Yes, Germany, I owe to you, to you
She as well, who has now become
United with me in spirit and body.

Oh, in death, too, give me 
A quiet, cool grave!
And with gentle hands take from me
The burden of life.
He who rests at home in German soil,
Does he not rest softly, does he not rest well?
Oh, in death, too, give me 
A quiet, cool grave!