What love, what love, that is ours, O God

How exquisite and how good and how beautiful it is, O God

How warm we are, how warm we are from this love like the sun

How hidden and how hidden and how manifest it is, O God

What a moon, what a moon, what a companion wine

That has adorned the soul and the world, O God

What a passion, what a passion, that has stirred the world

What a task, what a burden, that is there, O God

Poured down, poured down the king of riders

What dust, what dust, that has risen, O God

We have fallen, we have fallen in such a way that we will not rise

We do not know, we do not know what the clamor is, O God

From every street, from every street, a different smoke

Again and again, what is the madness, O God

There is no trap, no chain, we are all bound and grazing

What a bond, what a chain, that is established, O God

What a design, what a design, in these pan-like hearts

It is strange, it is strange, it is from above, O God

Be silent, be silent, so that it is not revealed

That strangers have seized left and right, O God