I love you

Four noble horses

for our carriage,

we live in the castle

in proud comfort.

The early brightness

and the lightning at night -

everything that they shed light upon

belongs to us.

Although you wander forsaken,

an exile, through the world,

I am with you in the streets

in poverty and shame!

Our hands will bleed,

our feet will ache,

the four walls will be without comfort,

and no dog will know us.

If, fitted with silver,

your coffin will stand at the altar,

they shall bear me as well

on the bier to you.

And if, far away on the heath,

you die in anguish,

I shall draw my dagger from its sheath

and follow you in death!