I must ever return in thought to that hour when you hold me in the soft fold of your arm. Then I begin to weep, but the tears dry again unawares. Yes, he reaches with his love (thus I think) over to me in this concealed[隐蔽的] stillness[静谧]; and should not I, with my eternal[永恒的] undisturbed loving, reach to him in the distance?
Ah, conceive what my heart has to say to you; it overflows[充满] with soft sighs all whisper to you. Be my only happiness on earth your friendly will to me. O, dear friend, give me but a sign that you are conscious of me.