He and she

He:

I look into the still valley,

where in the sunshine

flowers without equal are resplendent,

I look only at one.

Ah! her blue eyes are looking

now also at the meadow,

in forget-me-not full of dew

I can see them.

She:

I come to my little window,

when the stars shine,

well may they all be more beautiful,

I look only at one.

There as evening falls he looks gently

happily towards heaven,

for there is his dear image

in the star to be seen.