No, no longer can I carry the torment,
The fear that steals every hope!
For what debt must I pay?

What devotes my head to bad luck?

Through the woods, through the pastures

Went I with light heart;
All that I could behold
Was a prize of my sure barrel.

Nightly I brought rich treasures,
And like over her own luck,
Threatening to the murderer,

Rejoiced in Agathe's gaze of love!

Have then the heavens forgotten me?

Caution turned its eyes completely?
Should the destruction take hold of me?
Do I fall into Chance's hand?


Doubtless, now is the window open,
And she listens for my stride,

Empty not her faithful hopes:
Max brings with him good tokens!
If the rustling leaves move,

No doubt she imagines that it is my foot;
Jumps for joy, motions towards me...
Only the leaves receive her love's greeting.

But dark deeds ensnare me!
Despair pulls me, torturing mockery...
Oh does no ray shine through these nights?

Does fate rule blind?
Does no God live?
Despair pulls me, torturing mockery...