Clouds that hurry toward the East

Clouds that hurry toward the East,

where the one who's mine is waiting,

all my wishes, my hopes and songs

shall fly with you on your wings,

shall steer you,

hurrying ones, to her

so that my chaste love

shall think of me with loyal love.

Sing morning dreams to her still,

float gently in the garden,

sink like dew into the shadowy room,

strew pearls upon the flowers and trees

so that to that wonderful being,

if she passes by,

all the merry blossoms

shall open with even brighter splendor.

And in the evening, in the silent calm,

spread the sinking sun's light upon yourself!

It shall paint you purple and gold;

And in the sea, bright with glow and sunbeams,

may the little ship

ply its way,

so that she may believe singing angels

are looking upon you.

Yes, it may well be angels,

if my heart were pure like hers;

All my wishes, my hopes and songs

are drawn there on your wings,

are steered there by you,

hurrying ones,

to my chaste love,

so that I alone may think of her.