English translations of Drei Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianofortebegleitung, opus 32

I dreamed all last night
Such a worrisome dream;
I saw growing in my garden
A rosemary tree.

A church graveyard was the garden,
A flowerbed the grave,
And from the green tree
fell a crown and blossoms.

I collected the blossoms
In a golden jar;
I fell out of my hands,
And [smashed completely to pieces]1.

Around the outside I saw pearls
And rose-red drops.
What could the dream mean?
Ah, Beloved, are you dead?

Wherever I go and look,
in field and forest and plain,
down the hill to the mead;
most beautiful noble lady,
I greet you a thousand times.

In my garden I find
many flowers, pretty and nice,
many garlands I bind from them
and a thousand thoughts 
and greetings I weave into them.

Her I must not give one,
she is too noble and fair;
they all have to fade,
only unequalled love 
stays in the heart forever.

I seem to be of good cheer
and work to and fro,
and, though my heart bursts,
I dig on and sing,
and soon I dig my grave.

Go to sleep, my sweet child!
Outdoors the wind is singing.
He is singing the whole world to rest,
Covering it up with his white bedclothes.
And although he blows into the world's face,
It does not stir and it does not move
It also does not even stretch its little hand
Forth from its soft blankets.
 
Go to sleep, my sweet child!
Outdoors the wind is passing by.
He raps at the windows and peers in
And if he still hears a child crying anywhere,
He chides and grumbles and hums greatly,
He immediately hauls forth his blanket of snow
And places it upon the cradle
When the child does not want to lie quietly.
 
Go to sleep, my sweet child!
Outdoors the wind is blowing.
He shakes the fir tree, [and]
Out flies a beautiful dream,
Which flies through snow and night and wind
Quickly, quickly to the dear child,
And sings of merry things
That the [Christchild]1 shall bring [to the child].
 
Go to sleep, my sweet child!
Outdoors the wind is blowing,
But when the sun says "Greetings!",
[The wind] blows the child's cheeks red,
And when Springtime says "Good day!",
[The wind] blows awake the whole world,
And everything that was lying very quietly
Becomes joyful all about.
Therefore sleep, my sweet child,
Even though the wind is blowing outdoors.