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Since heaven cared for Anhalt's fame and bliss,
Prince Leopold was born amongst us,
This land doth call now that same hour to mind,
And hath it for a joyful feast selected.

Waft hence, ye breezes, your glad jubilation,
Lift up to heaven undying great praise.
Leopold liveth, who gives our life meaning, Leopold ruleth, to heaven devoted,
Which him to princes immortal did raise.

Great wisdom on the throne to see,
And virtues rare, as they in purple walk,
Yea, grace and charm, which land and folk enliven,
Joined with the force of scepter, to discover,
Have I the mighty's tow'rs beheld.
I have in vain to many thrones yet flown now
Which but on `Woe and Ah' are built.
But when I here the noble court first entered,
My hope revived; this jewel did I meet;
Here were from yonder starry course
To wisdom, virtue, grace and kindness
Both might and high rank put in trust.
"O Prince, of princely heart and spirit,
How glorious, well and firm
Hast thou the princely throne been sitting!
On God it rests, who holds it e'er unmoved,
Who thee, O Prince, as he intends, give favor.

Fama, Happiness: I will/Thou canst therefore in this my/thy honor-chariot
Thy/His praise to all the nations carry.
Fama: What? Is it thee, O Happiness, I see?
Happiness: Is this indeed so rare a thing?
Fama: No, I saw thee even in the country
As I through Anhalt-Cöthen went.
Happiness: Though me among his fellow princes
Did Leopold at court make resident,
Upon the land's sincere petition
That it as well receive me,
For me the Prince, who could his subjects here
Not hold in higher love,
Hath many dwellings built in his dominion,
Thou findest me where'er thine eye observeth.

Fama, Happiness: I'll leave then now; I would/not; thou shouldst all earth be telling
Just virtue can true happiness/the land's true health accomplish.
Thy/My Anhalt be/bides to heaven dear,
I will/Which shall the worthy Leopold
With fame on these my/eagle's pinions carry.
Happiness: How far hast thou with Anhalt's fame divine,
Which all the world in action doth revere,
Which e'en in dim antiquity
The art of ruling well did learn,
How far hast thou with her great fame been flying?
Fama: E'en to the starry heavens.
Happiness: Now doth a princely virtue's gold
Shine forth in precious Leopold.
So carry then into the starry axis
The noble branch of the exalted Saxons.
How oft hath God this land before this blessed?
Fama: As oft a Prince his hope in God doth rest.
Happiness: Say: Leopold hath heavenly intentions;
God shall from him and he from God ne'er waver.
What hath ere this the land so highly graced,
And it this Prince's charm alloted?
Fama: Obedience, faithfulness and honor.
Happiness: Say: Ere this time no lord hath ruled
Who hath the hearts of all more led in triumph. Name him his subjects' pride and joy;
Say that they now the name of father give him.
Go! All the world of our good health should know.
Fama: So say with me:
Fama, Happiness: Prince Leopold shall prosper!

O happy land of sweet repose and quiet!
Within thy breast wells but a sea of joy.
Thou see'st far off the floods of warfare crashing,
And storms and need so many shores oppressing,
But here alone a gracious west wind blows.

Happiness: Now worthy Prince! God who adorns his purple,
God give to thee e'er more and more good fortune.
Fama: A palm of praise doth bloom beside such nature:
Perhaps, indeed, doth this one lord intend
His immortality to win through virtue.
Happiness: He hath it now!
Fama: Yes, exceedingly!
But will not Anhalt's godlike host
Through his most precious princely blood
As well immortal be?
Happiness: Thy wish is for a pricelss gift.
Fama: We praise the gracious sunlight's rays
Which give their light to moon and stars as well.
Happiness: I know that I'm by heaven loved;
I know that it the time foresees
In which another heav'nly light
Will take its place beside our sun.
This is our wish which through the clouds breaks forth:
Fama, Happiness: Let flourish then through him this godlike house,
Let bloom, and perish nevermore.

Happiness: Let sun shine forever,
Fama: Let pleasure bring laughter,
Choir: Let prosper Prince Leopold ever in bliss.
Fama, Happiness: Ah heaven, we pray now:
This gracious light/This happy daysixty times over to witness.
Choir: Grant, Highest, to all these our rulers good health.