The blessing of the night already sounds more quietly
And wishes to fade away like the strains of a harp,
And softly and gently
Upon the pinions of the tones,
Hark! the blessing of the day has awakened.
  Thus between night and day,
  How heart and soul may rejoice!
  Morning stillness, to be blessedly alone,
  Blessedly alone with God!

  The last star upon the twilit blue is already
Sparkling more dully and wishes to dissolve,
From out of dark grey
The day wishes to come alight,
But night still lies upon chasm and meadow.
  Thus between night and day,
  How heart and soul may rejoice!
  Morning stillness, to be blessedly alone,
  Blessedly alone with God!

  Every sorrow still conceals itself
And every pain, as if they slumbered
Forever here,
As upon the eternal morning,
And as if they were never to return, never.
  Thus between night and day,
  How heart and soul may rejoice!
  Morning stillness, to be blessedly alone,
  Blessedly alone with God!

  [Storm from the north]1, come! [and quickly defoliate]2 the trees,
All the flowers have wilted already,
[Ah,]3 the last dreams are fleeing,
The last tones are dying away!
  [Storm from the north]4, come! and roar into it all,
Make an end of the pain of the death!

  [Storm from the north]1, come! break into he [silent]5 dread,
Break [into it] with your lamenting sound,
[So that we must no longer]6 see
Unmourned the dead bride!
  [Storm from the north]4, come! why do you still hesitate?
Break, ah break the silence, break it!

  [Storm from the north]1, come! and cover the [terror of death]7
Soon with shining snow,
If you can no longer waken the meadows,
At least conceal their pain with compassion!
  [Storm from the north]4, come! and through all the dread,
Comfort us by letting us see the sky!

  Briskly outdoors, briskly outdoors!
A-wandering, a-wandering!
The sun gazes down upon the world so radiantly,
The birdlets sing in the leafy canopy;
The leas are green wherever I look,
The cloudlets are white in the blue of heaven,
  And see the winds,
  How cheerfully, quickly
They flutter along from the mountains,
As if they had to travel across the sea today yet!
  Briskly outdoors, briskly outdoors!
A-wandering, a-wandering!

  Briskly outdoors, briskly outdoors!
A-wandering, a-wandering!
Sparkling and shimmering the ribbon of the rivers,
The old snow glowing at the blue border!
The newly sprouted fields wave in the morning dew!
The larks singing resoundingly in the most distant blue!
  And the trees, the trees,
  Full of blossoming dreams!
Onward, onward! Upward, upward!
And rejoice and sing with the choir of birds:
  Briskly outdoors, briskly outdoors!
A-wandering, a-wandering!

  The thorn-bush is blooming and the shrubs are turning green,
Ye hearts, ye hearts, open now!
  Spring has come; rejoice and sing,
So that [your sound] dies away merrily in the mountain forest,
  And the lark up in the blue as well must answer
Our greeting with resounding jubilation!

  The brook is rushing and the valley is shimmering,
Ye hearts, ye hearts, heal yourself with rejoicing!
  Spring has come; lovely morning,
Take all our anxieties away,
  So that from every eye the springtime greeting
Must sparkle forth as brightly as the sun!

  It is [spring], yes it is! oh you blissful splendour!
Ye hearts, ye hearts, who would have thought it!
  Spring has come; exult to spring, all of you,
Rejoice and sing to spring with a joyful sound,
  So that at the brisk greeting, mountain and valley
Must bloom more richly and more beautifully!

  You splendid, bright blossoming tree,
Yes, if I could interpret your dream,
If I could understand the soughing of your branches,
[Could understand] what sweet words they are exchanging,
If I could understand what the violets 
Confess to each other secretly,
  Then I could sing it and utter it fully
  How rich, oh springtime, and how beautiful is your radiance!

  Forest birdlet, that which you sing beautifully,
[Ye]1 west winds, that which you wish to whisper,
If I could understand it, and, you bright brooklet,
That which your waves prattle merrily,
If it could be carried to me through the air
What the sun and the blue of heaven ask each other,
  Then I could sing it and utter it fully
  How rich, oh springtime, and how beautiful is your radiance!

  And if I could capture it in a song,
That which moves through my deepest heart,
If only my dream, my happiness, and my love
Did not remain buried in there,
If everything moved in the urgency of rejoicing
Through the world with rich resounding,
  Then I could sing it and utter it fully,
  How rich, oh springtime, and how beautiful is your radiance!