Let the flash split heav'n asunder,
Let the snow fall, let it thunder,
Sharply 'gainst my casement hailing;
Never hear ye me bewailing,
Since I carry in my breast,
Love's eternal Spring of rest.

Singable translation by J. Wrey Mould

a text in German by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856) , no title, from Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 51, published 1822 RUS FRE

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Though I roam with mazy error,
Through the desert's barren terror
Where but sand in sunfire gloweth,
Freshness still within me bloweth,
Since I carry in my breast,
Love's eternal Spring of rest.

Reign, dark Night with dismal power,
Come ye Dangers, o'er me lower!
Should the worst of ills betide me
Still an angel guards beside me,
For, I carry in my breast,
Love's eternal Spring of rest!

Singable translation by J. Wrey Mould

a text in German possibly by E. Meier