Mond, so gehst du wieder auf

Moon, thus you rise once more

Over the dark valley of unwept tears!

Teach, teach me not to yearn for her,

To make my blood run pale,

Not to suffer this sorrow,

Caused when two souls part.

See, you shroud yourself in mist.

Yet you cannot darken the bright images

That the night arouses in me with wilder and fiercer pain.

Ah! I feel in the depths of my being:

The heart that has suffered separation

Will burn eternally.