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 in in endless distances,
Still quietly passes over the earth.

And He who from the beginning has directed
The whole schlummernde slumbering 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.