You my soul, you my heart,
You my rapture, O you my pain,
You my world in which I live,
My heaven you, to which I aspire,
O you my grave, into which
My grief forever I’ve consigned!
You are repose, you are peace,
You are bestowed on me from heaven.
Your love for me gives me my worth,
Your eyes transfigure me in mine,
You raise me lovingly above myself,
My guardian angel, my better self!
Let me hold sway in the saddle!
Stay in your huts and your tents!
And I’ll ride happily far away,
With only the stars above me.
He has set the constellations
To guide you over land and sea,
That you may delight in them,
As you gaze forever aloft.