Men's chorus:
  Have you walked in the forest,
  When it rustles so secretly,
  When from within the high bushes
  The wild animals prick up their ears to listen?
 
  Have you walked in the forest,
  In the early morning light,
  When the firs stand crimson
  In the shining light of the morn?
 
  Did you truly comprehend there
  The magical green of the forest,
  The sweet secret rustling,
  And its melodies?
 
  O heart, if the world
  Breaks the promises it made you,
  When love and faithfulness
  Break their vows with dreadful duplicity,
 
  Then the forest calls, "Come,
  Come here to my restfulness,
  My quiet, cool soughing
  Shall healingly kiss your wounds."
 
  Have you lingered in the forest,
  When it quietens toward evening,
  And only through the dark firs
  The last ray of light meanders;
 
  Have you lingered in the forest,
  When the moonlight
  Like a silver drapery
  Is twined about every tree;
 
  Have you not there, pressed
  Against the heart of the forest,
  Blissfully sent up
  Your evening prayer to heaven?
 
  O heart, when people
  Wound you unto death,
  Then utter your lament, trustingly
  Tell your woes to the forest.
 
  Then from its darkness,
  From its wondrous green,
  The angel of comfort shall come
  Into your heart, bringing bliss.