When, from the deep calm I feel at seeing your image,
I mutely take delight in your high worth,
then I properly hear the gentle breathing
of the angel that is disguised within you.
And an astounded, questioning smile springs
to my lips, as I wonder: isn't it a deceiving dream,
that now, in you, to my eternal pleasure,
my boldest wish - my only wish - is fulfilled?
To the depths then to the depths my senses fall;
I hear in the nocturnal distance of divinity
the melodious roaring of the stream of fate.
Dazed, I turn my eyes then upwards,
toward the heavens, and there all the stars are smiling;
I kneel to listen to their song of light.