At midnight

I hear no voice sounding,

No footstep upon the dark path,

Even Heaven itself has closed

Its beautiful, bright eyes.

Only I am still watchful, sweet life,

I gaze yearningly into the night,

Until, in the desolate distance, your star,

Beautifully shining, wakens for me.

Ah, only once, only surreptitiously

To see your beloved image,

I would gladly stand in storms and squalls

Until late morning!

Do I not already see it shining in the distance?

Is it not already approaching little by little?

Ah, and I hear it whisper graciously:

Lo, my beloved is also still awake.

Sweet word, beloved voice,

Which my pulsing heart greets!

Your breath has excited me with

A thousand blissful images of love.

I see all the stars glittering

Upon the dark, blue firmament,

And in my heart and on high

The heavens have opened.

Lovely echo, kindly lull

My head to gentle rest,

And often still, ye dreams, whisper

Her beloved words to me!