Nearness of the Beloved by Johann Wolfgang Goethe
I think of you when the shimmering sea waves
Shine bright on me;
I think of you when the moon's resplendent rays
Light up each stream.
I see you when from out the distant path
Dust is rising;
When in the depths of night, I see a stranger,
I hear you when the tranquil seas glisten
With rising tides.
In the quiet grove I often go to listen,
Where peace abides.
I am with you, despite how distant, however far—
I know you're near.
The sun will set, and soon I'll behold each star—
If only you were here.
Translation © David B. Gosselin