How coldly and distantly the moon gleams!

How coldly and distantly the moon gleams!

Yet even more distantly does my sweetheart's star shine!

The lake's shore roars far from me

yet even farther lies the land of my youth!

There is a small cart without wheels or shafts -

in it I will soon travel to Paradise.

There sits the Mother of God on her throne,

and at her knee sleeps her blessed son.

There sits God the Father, who feeds the holy ghost

from his hand with heavenly corn.

In a silver veil will I then sit

and gaze at my white fingers.

Saint Peter, however, will allow himself no rest,

crouching by the door and repairing his old shoes.