Open up, open up!

But silently, my child

So that no one will awake from his slumber!

The brook hardly murmurs,

The breeze  does not move

A leaf, in the bushes or hedges

Gently, my love,

So that nothing is stirred.

Gently, with your hand as you lift the handle

 

With steps as gentle as elves

As they hop over the flowers

Slip out to me in the garden!

And fly to me in the garden

The flowers are asleep

By the rippling brook

And exhale fragrance in their sleep,

Only love is awake

 

Sit down, here in the shadows growing mysteriously dark

Under the linden trees.

The nightingale above our head

Shall dream of our kisses

And the rose, upon waking at dawn

Shall glow with the night’s rapture

You are the crown of my heart,When others surround you

You appear lovelier

Others do so gladly shy away

While you are so sweet and quiet

That every heart will have joy in you

Because of your charm, not by your design

 

Others would seek love and favors

With thousands of lies

You, without deceit of mind and eye

Is esteemed in every way

You are like a forest rose

Who does not know it’s own beauty

Yet to everyone who passes by

You give joy and inspiration.