The heavenly stars are fair but cold

The heavenly stars are fair but cold,

the gifts that they lend meager;

for one look from you I would gladly

give up their golden gleam.

So that we are always starved, only separately

do they bring out in the course of a year

autumn with its ears of corn

and spring with its splendour of blossoms;

yet from your eyes - oh, the blessing

of the entire year springs richly,

as constant as a mild rain:

with both blossom and fruit.