At rest in fullness, calm lies the autumn day

At rest in fullness, calm lies the autumn day,

The mellow grape is clear and the orchard red

With fruit, though many treasured blossoms

Long ago fell to the Earth in tribute.

And all around where now by the quiet path

I cross the field, for satisfied men their crops

Have ripened, and their riches grant them

Hour after hour of rewarding labor.

And, golden light, for me will you also shine,

And, breeze, once more for me waft, as though

To bless a joy, and still around me wander,

err.

Blessed he with a worthy homeland and hearth.

Today, though, let me walk the familiar path

In silence to the copse that is crowned with gold

Of dying leaves; and my brow also

Garland with gold now, you recollections.

And that I may have,

as others, a sure retreat,

You be my gracious refuge now, song.