Jorinde, come with me!
Pay attention!
Joringel, you have to stand still!

There was an old castle
in the middle of the wood.

Beware of the castle,
Beware of the wood,
Beware of the sorceress.
During the day she makes herself a cat.
Beware of the circle.

("short version"):
It was a lovely evening,
the sun was shining through the trees
brightly in the dark green of the wood,
and the turtle-dove was singing.
Jorinde was weeping pitifully ,
she was sitting down in the sun
and she was weeping miserably.
Joringel was also lamenting.
They frightened to death.
The sun was half above the mountain,
half it was setting.
Then Jorinde was singing:
My little bird with the small red ring
is singing alas! alas!
It is singing death to the little dove,
Greetings, Zachiel,
greetings at every hour!
Flee from here!
What shall happen?
Jorinde, Joringel
Be happy, Jorinde, day and night!
Joringel is coming,
Joringel is still near you
- and went to the castle
up to the gate
through the yard
and found the hall.
There was the sorceress
and numerous birds
captured in seven thousand baskets.
Set me free and let me go.
Then he joined her
and touched the basket with his flower
and there Jorinde was standing
as beautiful as she was before
and he went away with her
and they were free.