You are still resting utterly in my arms
That firmly and fervently embrace you;
I still feel how, full and warm, 
Your life surges toward me,
And already within my heart there softly stirs
A pain that sings a terrible lay --
As through the silent moonlit night
A post-horn sounds, fading away in the distance.

Your eyes sparkle up along me
And then sink down again and look away,
A moist shimmer wells up,
And in pain you press my hand;
You, too, have suddenly thought
Of what the next hour brings us --
As through the silent moonlit night
A post-horn sounds, fading away in the distance.

And when this time you have gone from me,
You shall nevermore return to the old places,
A single tone then trembles on
Through my lost life,
Which, when I am laid to rest,
Still penetrates into my last slumber --
As through the silent moonlit night
A post-horn sounds, fading away in the distance.