Now the little birds are sleeping in their nests,
Now the blossoms on the bush are slumbering,
And the west winds under the canopy of heaven,
Hark, hark! they, too, are now resting.

Only on high, there the stars keep watch
And sing their eternal song,
That, echoing [from]1 endless distances,
Still quietly passes over the earth.

And He who from the beginning has directed
The whole [shimmering]2 host,
Thinks lovingly of you as well,
For you are much more important to Him [than they].

He blesses the birdlets and blossoms,
And orders the breath of the wind;
He shall protect you as well,
So you, too, rest in peace now.

I dreamt that spring had awakened:
The trees stood in bright splendour,
The sun gazed down so golden,
The birdlets sang in the garden;
I saw the first flowers blooming,
So morning-fresh in the young greenness.

How I immediately sprang to the window
To greet springtime's realm with rejoicing!
Then -- the storm laughed at me [jeeringly]1:
You just stay at home with [your]2 song!
Upon forest and meadow lay deep snow,
My sweet dream -- adieu! adieu!

And another time I dreamt heavily:
The blossoming valley lay covered in snow;
The birds had shyly flown away,
Evil winter came anew;
A dreary fog billowed up,
Lay upon the land so uneasily and heavily!

And when I awoke sadly -- --
Oh blissful, sunny splendour of spring!
The birdlets' singing is ringing out loudly,
All of the trees are full of blossoms!
The sun is so warm, the air so mild,
And the grass blades are sparkling in the morning dew! --

A finch is singing brightly in the garden:
Come out, you dreamer, come out immediately;
Away with worries, away with sorrow,
Winter has vanished and spring has come!
Now we laugh at Sir April:
Everything must happen as springtime wishes it

  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!