Sweet friend, thou gazest

Sweet friend, thou gazest

upon me in wonderment,

thou cannst not grasp it,

why I can weep;

Let the moist pearls'

unaccustomed adornment

tremble, joyful-bright,

in my eyes.

How anxious my bosom,

how rapturous!

If I only knew, with words,

how I should say it;

come and bury thy visage

here in my breast,

I want to whisper in thy ear

all my happiness.

About the signs

I have already asked Mother;

my good mother has

told me everything..

She has assured me that

by all appearances,

soon a cradle

will be needed.

Knowest thou the tears,

that I can weep?

Shouldst thou not see them,

thou beloved man?

Stay by my heart,

feel its beat,

that I may, fast and faster,

hold thee.

Here, at my bed,

the cradle shall have room,

where it silently conceals

my lovely dream;

the morning will come

where the dream awakes,

and from there thy image

shall smile at me.