You quiet land, I thank you for your peace;
How quietly and gently every sorrow has departed [from me]!
  Just like your flowers here in the dark greenery,
Everything must once more bloom for me luminously and beautifully,
  And just as your brooklet runs briskly and brightly,
The well-spring of the purest joy flows through my heart.

  You quiet land, suffused by the evening glow,
How your forest of mountains holds me lovingly enclosed!
  Just as the fir soughs there upon the peak,
My blissful heart listens for God’s breath,
  And as the kite soars high about the forest,
My heart flies high and ever higher.

  You quiet land, I thank you for your peace;
Ah, what a thrill of rapture here below already!
  But see, how with sweet, sweet power
The blue of heaven greets me through the night of leaves,
  And from the depths I return the greeting gladly:
Ah, only there what peace, what happiness!