The spring

Small, cool meadow-spring,

silvery-shining pure and clear,

listen! we sing a little song,

and it is for you, o spring.

With much joy, we thank you,

cool little spring, heartily!

for many a pain is relieved

by your refreshing waters.

Without rest and without peace

you hasten to far places,

ah, nothing abides under the moon:

the joys of youth also fade.