Golden rays flash
through waving treetops,
beneath the peaks is the misty valley.
The horns are calling,
sounding from the castle far away,
the horses are neighing in the air.

Soon countryside and lakes,
soon the clouds
are to be seen shimmering
in dizzy flight.
Soon darkness covers horse and rider,
o love, o lover, let me go!

The sounds travel further and further,
through woods and groves,
whither, o whither?
Reviving freshness,
sweetly gruesome desire!
The bushes flutter,
the breast beats freely.