The dream had vanished quickly,
Ah, I can hardly, can hardly believe it,
That I have travelled so far away
That the dear ones have been whisked away from me,
That I have now travelled
A hundred miles from there.

Weeping, I now look back
To my beautifully dreamed happiness,
But it is, it is torn away,
I must do without their company;
If I think about it, I grow anxious,
For who knows, who knows for how long.

The hour of my death may toll,
I might lie in the weighty ground,
Before the leaves fall again
That I might travel back once more:
Perhaps I might remain
Eternally, yes, eternally far away from the star of joy!

With tear-filled eyes turned 
Toward the joyful bank of the ***brook,
I, pondering the joys, now strike
My strings in pain,
Then I call out, full of rapture:
Dear children, farewell!