Eve of St. Nepomuk's Day

Small lights float upon the river,

children are singing on the bridges,

and both the large bells and the small are tolling from the cathedral

conforming with this mood of devotion and enchantment.

The small lights are disappearing, the stars are disappearing;

thus did the soul of our saint dissolve,

for he could not divulge

the sins that had been confided in him.

Little light, float! Sing, you children!

Choir of children, o sing, sing on!

And declare no less

what brings a star to the stars!