The unfettered night has begun,
People become invisible to each other,
Therefore I can flaunt my tears
And wander over to my beloved’s window.
The watchman calls out the hours,
The invalid bemoans his pain,
Love laments its wounds,
And beside the corpse candles shimmer.
 
    My beloved died today,
When she married my enemy,
In suffering I have concealed love,
You, my tears, are numbered by the stars.
How heartwarming is the light of the stars,
How painful is the light of the windows,
A thick fog shrouds the distance,
And about me spectres weave their webs.
 
    In the house there is a wild resounding,
People avoid me so quietly,
From a distance they surround me with compassion:
I am then also one of your kind?
The forest held me concealed by day,
The black night has freed me.
My beloved shall be awakened by a beautiful morning,
[A morning] that consigns me to eternal misery.
 
    How often I sat here happily,
When all the stars were fading,
All the world, too, has forgotten me,
Since my beloved left me:
The green earth knows nothing of me,
The bright sun knows nothing of me,
The radiance of the moon is a burden to me,
The night is the fount of my tears.