While going to sleep

Now that the day has made me so tired,

my dearest longings shall

be accepted kindly by the starry night

like a weary child.

Hands, cease your activity,

head, forget all of your thoughts;

all my senses now

will sink into slumber.

And my soul, unobserved,

will float about on untrammeled wings

in the enchanted circle of the night,

living a thousandfold more deeply.