I travel silently in the coach

I travel silently in the coach -

you are so far from me -

but wherever it might take me,

I remain still with you.

There fly by forests, gorges

and lovely deep valleys,

and larks high in the sky,

as if your voice were calling.

The sun shines merrily

far beyond the area;

I am so happy and so tearful,

and I sing silently inside.

From the mountains, the path goes downward,

the posthorn rings out below;

my soul grows so cheerful

and I greet you from the bottom of my heart.