Love is a sweet light

Love is a sweet light.

As the world pursues the sun

And every bright star

In the wide blue distance,

So does the heart pursue the bliss of love;

For it is a sweet light.

Look, how high in silent ceremony

Over there, bright stars glint:

They fly from the world's dark,

Gloom-filled, murky haze.

Woe is me! How cheerless

I feel deep in my mind,

Which once blossomed in joy

And is now isolated, without love.

Love is a sweet light.

As the world pursues the sun

And every bright star

In the wide blue distance,

So does the heart pursue the bliss of love:

Love is a sweet light.