The heavenly life

We enjoy the heavenly pleasures

and avoid the earthly things.

No worldly tumult

does one hear in Heaven!

Everything lives in the gentlest peace!

We lead an angelic life!

Nevertheless we are very merry:

we dance and leap,

hop and sing!

Meanwhile, Saint Peter in the sky looks on.

Saint John has let his little lamb go

to the butcher Herod.

We lead a patient,

innocent, patient,

a dear little lamb to death!

Saint Luke slaughters oxen

without giving it thought or attention.

Wine costs not a penny

in Heaven's cellar;

and angels bake the bread.

Good vegetables of all sorts

grow in Heaven's garden!

Good asparagus, beans

and whatever we wish!

Full bowls are ready for us!

Good apples, good pears and good grapes!

The gardener permits us everything!

Would you like roebuck, would you like hare?

In the very streets

they run by!

Should a fast-day arrive,

all the fish swim up to us with joy!

Over there, Saint Peter is running already

with his net and bait

to the heavenly pond.

Saint Martha must be the cook!

No music on earth

can be compared to ours.

Eleven thousand maidens

dare to dance!

Even Saint Ursula herself is laughing!

Cecilia and all her relatives

are splendid court musicians!

The angelic voices

rouse the senses

so that everything awakens with joy.