You anxious, dark hours!
When shall your agony end?
After a thousand bloody wounds,
Oh heart, break already!
This hopeless pounding
Is more than the pain of death:
What wrong, ah! have you committed,
Faithful, poor heart?
 
The last pale shimmer
Of the last star has faded;
That which I lovingly embraced
Has eluded me forever!
Often still shall rise and set
The light of heaven;
[But] you eyes of mine shall never again
See the day of love.
 
The tears are lost,
[The tears] that we wept so long;
[There is ] no heart that was born for me,
As far as the sun may shine:
As far as upon mountain and cave
The moon gazes down,
[There is] not one good soul
That confides itself to mine!
 
Welcome, cold shuddering!
You nighttime whisper, you!
Welcome, my sorrow!
There is rest only in the grave.
Fidelity, in the wreath of death
Comforted and reconciled,
There raises itself into the brilliance
Of heaven, which crowns it.