A humble home

A humble home literally roof, which the beech and pine surround,

On which the morning sun shines at dawn.

From sleep there the nightingale awakens me.

Frugal meal, which only love prepares for me;

A small field, that does not yet have a tax on it;

A good old neighbor, who always loves me;

A bright sky, a pure blood in the breast

And towards work a serene heart.

What a fine destiny! You perhaps envy me?

I would have it only to share it with you!