Brightly through leafless trees
The gleam of the golden stars breaks.
Ah, their radiance no longer weaves
Itself into any springtime dreams!
  Bliss upon bliss perished in the valley,
Everything is desolate and mute and bare!
  All the more beautifully the night wishes
To gaze down from heaven
Upon the poor, poor meadows
And wishes to unfurl all its glory.

  Deeply veiled by eerie mists
Lie the deepest depths of the valley,
The stream’s torrent proclaims only in muffled form
Its deathly sad lament.
  But see the circle of mountains
Suddenly there in the moon’s radiance!
  And still ever more deeply downward
The silvery shimmer wishes to flow,
And, with its beautiful light, 
Wishes to shower with doubled opulence the grave of spring.

  No, oh no! never despair;
Praise the hand of your God,
When the radiance of many a happiness
Painfully vanished for you, soul!
  You will see the glory of Heaven 
All the more clearly in the night of pain,
  And your place on earth here
Shall be transfigured into a heaven,
So that you may joyfully become aware
How God’s benevolence is confirmed.