When you have wounded a faithful,
Dear heart to the very core,
Then without rest, look everywhere 
For a means by which you may heal it!

Oh quickly do something good for it,
Many dear, innumerable acts [of contrition],
So that by your sacrifice it may see
How deeply your rue torments you!

And continue to practise the sweet duty,
Until you have paid the entire debt,
Until the beloved face once more
Shines in the old love!

From the mountain comes a call,
And an answer resounds in the valley,
From green steps leap
The watersprings all.
And one calls to the other,
That rings out far and near:
The right time for wandering,
Springtime is here!

Oh you lovely weaving
In forest and valley and heights!
Now everything inhales life
And finds it good and beautiful.
Now my wandering song, rise up
With the lark, 
And adorn yourself and show yourself
To be as fresh as before!

Through all the waves of spring,
Through all the beautiful time,
Like the watersprings, I wish
To wander now with joy.
As, trickling, they ramble
Through many a gorge and past many a hillock,
Lose themselves and range about,
They nevertheless reach their goal.

If as your companion you choose
Lovely optimism,
How merry you shall find
The world, how beautiful and good.
And if you boldly dare to stray [off the path],
Then, though the way may be tangled,
Once, with joy, you shall press
Fulfillment to your breast.

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.