These clouds in the heights

These clouds in the heights,

These birds gaily passing,

Will see you, my beloved.

Take me with you on your light flight!

These west winds will play

Joking with you about your cheek and breast,

In the silky curls will dig.

I share with you this pleasure!

There to you from this hill

Busily, the little brook hurries.

If your image is reflected in it,

Flow back without delay!