Rose, ocean and sun

Rose, ocean and sun

are the image of my beloved,

who with her rapture

envelopes my entire life.

All the splendour, gushing forth,

all the dew of the spring meadow,

lies hidden and united

only in the chalice of the rose.

All the colors strive,

all the scents in the spring meadow,

to bring forth

as one the image of the rose.

Rose, ocean and sun

are the image of my beloved,

who with her rapture

envelopes my entire life.

All the rivers have

merely their course on earth,

so that they can bury themselves

longingly in the lap of the ocean.

All the springs flow

into the inexhaustible depths,

to close a circle

about the blossoming roundness of the earth.

Rose, ocean and sun

are the image of my beloved,

who with her rapture

envelopes my entire life.

All the stars in the sky

are glances of love in the night,

dying in the scent of morning

when the day awakens.

All the flames of the world,

the scattered splendour of the heavens,

flow brightly together

into a garland of sunbeams.

Rose, ocean and sun

are the image of my beloved,

who with her rapture

envelopes my entire life.