I am awake! In a shimmer of roses
  The young spring day sparkles for me.
I am compelled to leave my narrow room,
  I am being called by the tolling bells of yearning.
The effulgence of the sun does not delight me yet,
  [The sun] that glowingly breaks through the clouds;
It has not risen for me,
  For it is not my sun.

And through the colourful, lively throng
  Upon the street my audacious spirit flies.
I do not notice that I am in the jostling crowd,
  I only know that I am nearer to you;
How I am then always joyfully startled,
  How my shy heart is moved,
When, with anticipation, my steps take me
  Around the much-loved corner.

Then, with transfigured glances, I stare
  Steadfastly at the dear window;
A quiet, holy rapture
  Leads me into the land of my dreams,
Until I see its beautiful reality,
  Until my dream dares to step into real life,
And heavenly brilliance dawns from 
  On high from your eyes.