He, the most glorious of all

He, the most glorious of all,

O how mild, so good!

lovely lips, clear eyes,

bright mind and steadfast courage.

Just as yonder in the blue depths,

bright and glorious, that star,

so he is in my heavens,

bright and glorious, lofty and distant.

Meander, meander thy paths,

but to observe thy gleam,

but to observe in meekness,

but to be blissful and sad!

Hear not my silent prayer,

consecrated only to thy happiness,

thou mays't not know me, lowly maid,

lofty star of glory!

Only the worthiest of all

may make happy thy choice,

and I will bless her, the lofty one,

many thousand times.

I will rejoice then and weep,

blissful, blissful I'll be then;

if my heart should also break,

break, O heart, what of it?