From out the rosy dawn the sun comes forth;
See, love, what robes of splendor dawns the sea!
So is my soul hallowed with joy and love,
Gleaming from thee.

For, when at morn I stroll along the path,
There I behold thy beauty from afar;
And, like the rosy dawn, it fills my soul;
I stand in awe.

Look, love, the rosy scene is in the West!
And soon this world shall be in solemn night.
So will my soul if thou shouldst, like the sun,
Withdraw your light.