O stars, golden stars

O stars, golden stars!

so wondrously bright do you shine;

but as the eyes gleam

of the sweetheart who is mine

when she says, "I like you so well" -

you do not shine like that.

O sun, golden sun!

You certainly have a keen face.

With one beam you measure

so many thousands of mountains and valleys.

But the bliss, o my bliss -

that you cannot measure.