Silent love

If I could praise you in song,

I would sing you the longest song.

Yes, I would in every way

never tire of singing to you!

But what has always troubled me

is that always, only silently,

may I carry you, my heart's beloved,

in my heart's sanctuary.

And that, whatever I say aloud

or praise in joyful song,

you believe I carry more deeply

in my warm breast than you, my heart.

This agony has compelled me

to sing this little song,

but I am pierced by bitter sorrow

that you haven't heard even one note.