Will you then take pity?

Will you then, on a poor man

graciously take pity?

So it is no dream?

How the spring does trickle,

How the waves do ring,

How the trees do rustle!

Deep I lay, within fearsome

Walls imprisoned,

Now daylight greets me!

How the sunbeams do play!

They dazzle and paint

My timid face.

Should I believe it?

Will no one rob me

Of this delicious delusion?

Yet dreams float away

And only love distinguishes life;

I welcome my fate!

How free and cheerful!

There's no more hurry;

Put away your pilgrim's staff!

You have won,

You have discovered it -

The most blissful place!