Like silver through the springtime night
Let your tones descend, oh song!
Only the moonlight keeps watch with us,
Only the lilac listens gently.
  Unite yourselves with the scents
After the bustle of the day,
With the shimmering upon the shrubbery,
Ye tones, [unite yourselves] in a sisterly manner
  And beautified by the scent and the beam,
  Return then from out of the valley!

  Sound more loudly, transfigured now,
In praise of God, the Lord!
Far out over the sea of blossoms,
Sound in holy melody!
  To whom the host of stars sings,
To whom the flowers send forth their scents,
Arise! and praise him, joyfully exhilarated 
By the fresh breezes!
  And over mountain and valley,
Penetrate into the halls of Heaven!

  And when Thou bidst our sounds 
Welcome up yonder,
Then send us Thy spirit of fire,
Lord, back from on high!
  That in the most exalted chorus of jubilation 
With the sound of trumpets
And with the clashing of cymbals
Our song of praise may echo upward!
  And transfigured by the same beam
  May Heaven and blossom-valley be!