Longing

I went along the path, which lay there secluded,

I walk it every day, and always alone.

The heath keeps silence, the field is deserted;

only the wind blows around me in the thicket.

The road lies far ahead of me;

my heart has longed only for you, only you.

If you came, it would be a miracle to me,

I bowed to you: I love you.

And in this meeting just one look

would mean the fate of my entire life.

If you directed your eye to me coldly,

I would resist, my maiden: I love you.

But if your beautiful eye greeted and laughed,

like a sun to me in heavy night,

I'd quickly pull your sweet heart to me

and softly whisper: I love you.