You young green, you fresh grass!

You young green, you fresh grass!

How many hearts have recovered through you

after falling ill from winter's snow?

O how my heart longs for you!

Already you are growing from earth's night;

how my eye laughs to gaze toward you!

Here in the forest's mute grounds

I press you to me, you green, to my heart and my lips.

How driven I am to leave humanity!

My sorrow can be lifted by no human word;

only young grass lying upon my heart

will make my heart beat more calmly.