From forest-crowned heights

From forest-crowned heights

I cast the ardent gaze

Of my love-moistened eyes

Back to the meadow that surrounds you with green.

I lower my gaze to the stream;

Ah, if only I could

Flow with it, as a wave,

Back, o friend, back to you!

I direct my gaze to the migration

Of the clouds above me;

Ah, if only I could fly their flight,

Back, o friend, back to you!

How I would embrace you,

My glory and my pain;

With lips and gazes,

With my breast, heart and soul - I am yours.