Wandering song

From the mountain to the hills,

and throughout the valley,

something resounds as if on wings,

something is stirring like a song!

And to absolute impulse

joy yields, reason yields;

and let your striving be for love!

And let your life be the deed.

Because the bonds have been broken,

trust has been violated;

can I say, can I even know,

exposed to which whims of fate

I shall now depart, I shall now wander,

shall, like a widow in mourning,

replacing one with another,

turn farther and farther away.

Do not stay pinned to the floor -

be fresh and daring, and go on your way,

head and arm full of cheerful strength;

everywhere we are at home!

Wherever the sun delights us,

we are free of every care;

that we may scatter within it

is the reason the world is so huge.