Upon the clear water are painted
The last rays of the sun.
Over the forest and the green meadow,
Over mountains and valleys,
In gentle ceremony, twilight
Is spreading its misty veil.
Through scattered clouds breaks
The soft, silvery light of the stars!
The sound of the oars ceases.
The day has gone to rest,
Everything, everything is hastening to its repose.
Heart, my heart, fall silent too!

Like this river, quietly and smoothly
My young life flowed away.
As brightly as this evening sun
My eyes shone with joy!
And hope, so flatteringly mild,
Showed me lovely images;
It led me with its dear hand
Into the flowery land of love.
From the dark distance of the future
The stars of happiness quietly shone.
But they all faded away.
Happiness and hope are buried in a grave!
But in the grave, all find rest!
Heart, my heart, fall silent too!