No one has yet regretted

No one has yet regretted

getting on his horse

In his fresh youth,

To speed through the world.

Mountains and meadows,

Lonely forests,

Maidens and women,

Splendrous in their attire,

Golden jewelry,

Everthing delights him with its fair form.

Miraculously fly

Forms past him,

Rapturously glow

the desires in his youth-drunk senses.

Fame strews roses

Swiftly in his path,

Love and caresses,

and laurels and roses

Lead him higher and higher onward.

Around him: joys,

His enemies envy him,

And succumb to the hero.

Then he chooses contentedly

The maiden who, of all, most pleases him.

And Mountains and fields

And lonely forests

He soon leaves behind him.

His parents in tears,

Ah, after all of their longing -

They are all reunited in loving happiness.

Years have slipped past;

He tells his son

In a comfortable moment,

And points to his scars,

The rewards of bravery.

Thus old age remains yet young,

A beam of light in the dusk.