Forest night, you wondrously cool night
That I greet a thousand times,
After the noisy bustle of the world,
Oh how sweet is your soughing!
My weary limbs I dreamily
Bury softly into the moss,
And it seems to me that once again
I am freed of all the mad agonies.

Fall silent, distant flute song
That stirs a vast yearning,
That leads my thoughts into the beautiful,
Ah! begrudged distance.
Let the forest night rock me,
Let it still every torment!
And with the scents I shall
Inhale a blessed satisfaction.

In the homey narrow circles,
Wild heart, you shall find well-being,
And with quiet wing-beats
A peace shall waft downwards.
Lovely bird-songs, gently
Sing me into slumber!
Mad agonies, subside again;
Wild heart, now good night!