Good night, my sorrow,
My loneliness,
Farewell, you secret apprehensions,
For morning dawns
And Love laughs,
And Love goes a-wandering in the morning.

   You silent forest,
Green dwelling place
Of my songs and my dreams,
Inscribe them all
Upon your leaves,
Upon the merry, rustling trees.

   My Love walks
Between forest and flowerbed,
Over meadows and mountains and waves.
Fly out with me,
You my entire home,
You befeathered little comrades!

   Everything that can wander
Should join all the members of
My merry household.
Everything that loves
Should come out into the sunshine,
All you waves, you clouds, you winds!

   Where Love stands and steps,
Always go along, only go along,
With Love, toward Love!
Ever near and far
We are always
Upon familiar companionable pathways.

  Where Love flutters along
The mountainsides,
We are simultaneously swimming in the stream below,
When upon the waters
Love rocks and rests,
We move alongside on high like the stars.

   Without rest and repose
Only on toward Love,
And Love must feel longing,
And we bind Love,
Ah, Love knows not how,
And Love searches for us in the greenery, in the coolness.

   When a horn calls
Through the evening air,
The blossoms fall from all the trees.
Everything listens closely:
Ah whither? whence?
For Love cannot sleep, only dream.