The fair night

Now I leave this hut,

my dearest's abode,

and wander with furtive step

through the dark, bleak wood.

Luna breaks through bush and oak,

Zephyr announces her way,

and the bending birches strew

the sweetest incense after her.

How I delight in the coolness

of this fair summer's night!

O how still one can feel here,

and how happy it makes the soul!

One can hardly grasp this bliss,

and yet I would, o Heaven,

give up a thousand such nichts

if my sweetheart would give me just one.