Cool places, fragrant meadows

Cool places, fragrant meadows,

Remain always in flower;

Let not summer sow seed in you,

Let not autumn carry you away,

Let not the dead season take away

So much magical splendor.

I want one day to ramble with her

Amidst softness so green,

When at last my pangs

She will show herself to understand.

Cool places, fragrant meadows,

Remain always in flower.

Let not any season take away

So much magical splendor.

And you then, clear streamlets,

Which already are running to the sea,

Don't be miserly with your waters

In the late season of the year,

Don't you join also the deception

Of a prosperity so brief.

I want one day to be reflected with her

In your clarity,

When at last my pangs

She will show herself to understand.