All of the woods are now at rest,
Cattle, people, towns and fields,
The whole world is asleep;
But you, my thoughts,
Up, up, you should begin to do
What pleases your creator.

Where are you now, sun?
Night has driven you away,
Night, the enemy of day.
Go on your way; another sun,
My Jesus, my delight,
Is shining really brightly in my heart.

Day has now gone,
The tiny golden stars are on display
In the blue hall of the heavens;
Similarly I shall also be there
When I am called to go by
My God, away from this vale of misery.

The body is now rushing towards rest,
Taking off clothes and shoes,
The image of mortality;
As I take these off, in exchange
Christ will clothe me in
The gown of honour and majesty.

Head, feet and hands
Are relieved that the end
Of work has now come.
Heart, rejoice, you are going to be released from
The suffering of this earth
And free from the work of sin.

Now, exhausted limbs,
Go off and lie down,
You are ready for bed.
The time and hour will come
When people will prepare for you
A little bed where you can rest in the earth.

My eyes are weary,
In a moment they are closed.
Where are my body and soul, then?
Take them into your grace,
Repair any damage,
You who are the eyes and guardian of Israel.

Spread out both your wings
O Jesus, my joy,
And embrace your chick.
If Satan wants to devour me,
Let the angels sing:
"Let this child not be harmed."

You too, those I love,
May you suffer no distress today,
Or any accident or danger.
May God allow you to rest in blessedness,
Place the golden weapons
And the host of his angels around your bed.