To sunshine

O sunshine, o sunshine!

How you shine into my heart,

awakening in it such a pure joy in love

that my chest soon feels too narrow!

And narrow grows my room and house,

and when I run out to the gate,

I see you tempt to the fresh green

even the fairest maidens!

O sunshine, do you well believe

that I should do just as you do,

and kiss each attractive flower,

that blooms just for you?

You have watched the world for a long time

and you know that, for me, that is not right;

why then do you cause me such pain?

O sunshine, o sunshine!