He: If I gaze into the quiet valley
Where beneath the sun
Flowers gleam without number,
I see but one alone.
Ah! Her blue eyes now
Are also gazing at the meadows;
I can see them
In the dew-drenched forget-me-nots.

She: If I lean out of my little window
At the hour when stars are shining,
Though all of them be fairer,
I see but one alone;
There at dusk he gazes
Gently up to heaven,
For a dear image
Is mirrored there.