Here the pine branches shiver from their weight,
Here alarmed birds twitter,
You live in a bewitched, wild forest,
From whence leaving is impossible.

Let choke-cherries dry like linen on the wind,
Let rain fall down on the lilacs,
All the same I shall take you away from here
To a palace where pipes are playing.

For one thousand years your magical place
Was hidden from me and from the world,
And you think that there is nothing more beautiful
Than these enchanted woods.

Let there be no dew on the leaves in the morn,
Let winter quarrel with the cloudy sky,
All the same I shall take you away from here
To a bright tower with a balcony on the sea.

On what day, at which hour
Will you cautiously come out to me
When shall I carry you away in my arms
To a place which is impossible to find?

I will steal you, if theft is pleasant to you,
Whether or not wasted my strength in vain,
Agree then if only on paradise in a tent
If the tower and palace are already taken.