Where, for one who is weary of travel

Where, for one who is weary of travel,

will my last resting place be?

Beneath palms in the south?

Beneath lindens by the Rhine?

Will I, somewhere in a desert,

be buried by a foreign hand?

Or will I rest by the coast

of a sea in the sand?

Still, I will be surrounded

by God's heaven there as well as here;

and as funeral lamps,

stars will float above me at night.