A nightingale sings in the stillness of the garden,
Lights are extinguished beyond the pond.
The night is still. Maybe, you aren’t happy
That there are just two of us here?

I, myself would want to leave you,
But I am sorry to leave that bench,
Where you love to indulge in your dreams,
and listen to the nightingale.

Rest easy! I will talk neither of
how I could have loved you,
nor of how my heart ached,
I won’t talk of that.

My words are troubling, unsettling,
it’s more enjoyable listening to the nightingale,
Because the nightingale cannot
err, cannot suffer, in love.

But even he fell silent in the dead of night,
He flew away, a happy one, to rest.
Wish me a good night, too,
Until we meet again.

Wish me to not notice the night,
And to wake up a different person in heaven,
Where I can meet you with dignity,
With a nightingale’s song on my lips.