How shall we keep it secret

How shall we keep it secret,

This bliss that fulfills us?

No, to its greatest depths,

Shall our heart be revealed to all.

When two find themselves in love,

Jubilation pervades nature,

And the day lies in long wonder-filled hours

Over wood and field.

Even from the oak's rotting trunk,

Which lives for a thousand years,

Shoots anew the treetops' green flame

And rustles throughout with youthful vigor.

With greater brilliance and fragrance, buds

Burst at the happiness of the pair,

And more sweeetly does the brook rush,

And more richly does May bloom and glitter.