Mit deinen grossen allwissenden Augen

Yes, you are right. Your lingering glances
Brim with a truth that makes me sad.
How could we two have met Life's chances —
You are so good, and I so bad.

I am so bitter and malicious;
Even my gifts bear wry respect
To you, who are so sweet and gracious
And oh, so righteously correct.

O, du kanntest Koch and Küche

Oh, you knew the cook and kitchen,
Every turn and nook and bin;
In our childhood plays and struggles
You would be the one to win.

Now you've won my own beloved,
That is droll; but, truth to tell,
This, my friend, is even droller:
I must smile and wish you well!

O, die Liebe macht uns selig

" Oh, 'tis Love that makes us grateful,
Oh, 'tis Love that makes us rich! "
So sings man, and every fateful
Echo bears his amorous speech.

You, you know the song's own spirit
And its inner meaning, too;
Joyfully you wait and hear it
Till the great day dawns for you.

Till the bride, with a caressing
Smile is yours, from head to feet,
And her father gives his blessing —
And a few things more concrete.

Linen, silver by the grateful,
Silks with many a costly stitch. . . .
Oh, 'tis Love that makes us grateful,
Oh, 'tis Love that makes us rich!

Der weite Boden ist überzogen

The ground is carpeted with flowers,
The woods are a triumphal arch;
And songsters in a thousand bowers
Strike up a glad and welcoming march.

It is the Spring who enters, spreading
Joy from his gay and sparkling eyes. . . .
You should have asked him to your wedding,
For he goes gladly where true love lies!