To the beloved

When, from the deep calm I feel at seeing your image,

I mutely take delight in your high worth,

then I properly hear the gentle breathing

of the angel that is disguised within you.

And an astounded, questioning smile springs

to my lips, as I wonder: isn't it a deceiving dream,

that now, in you, to my eternal pleasure,

my boldest wish - my only wish - is fulfilled?

To the depths then to the depths my senses fall;

I hear in the nocturnal distance of divinity

the melodious roaring of the stream of fate.

Dazed, I turn my eyes then upwards,

toward the heavens, and there all the stars are smiling;

I kneel to listen to their song of light.