Around fir-trees’ paws are in shake hanging down
Alarmed is the birds’ chirping here
There seems to be no exit out of this town,
A witched wood where to live you appear.
Let bird-cherries like clothes in the wind drying stay
Let the lilacs beat down like showers
All the same I will take you from here far away
To a palace where pipes’ music towers.
For ages by wizards your world’s behind screen
Avoids me and the light of the days.
You think of this spell-bound forest unseen,
That there is no another nice place.
I wish there was no dew on leaves early morn,
Moon rowed with the dull sky in motion,
All the same out of here both of us will be gone
To a palace that faces the ocean.
On which day exactly, what particular time...
To me will you shy come around?...
When will I embrace you, committing this crime,
And take you where you’ll never be found?...
I’ll kidnap you if this theft’s after your own heart, -
So much effort can’t have been mistaken...
So agree for the Heavens at least in a hut
If the palace and chambers have been taken.