Now then, off into God's beautiful world -- adieu!
The air is blue and green the field -- adieu!
The mountains glow like jewels;
I wander with the sunshine
Out into the broad land!

You familiar town on the mountainside -- adieu!
You high tower, you sound of bells -- adieu!
Ye houses all, well-known to me,
Once more I wave with my hand,
And then turn away to the side.

Along my pathway flows the brook -- adieu!
It calls a last greeting after me -- adieu!
Oh God, thereupon I start to feel so strange . . .
The breezes blow so mildly here,
As if it were a greeting from thee!

A greeting from you, you slender child -- adieu!
But now quickly down the mountain -- adieu!
He who wishes to wander must not stand around,
He must never look behind,
Must ever continue onward!