Come, O death, surrounded by night

Come, O death, surrounded by night,

Come gently to me,

So that the desire to embrace you

Will not call me back to life.

Come, just as we might be struck by lightning

That thunder does not announce,

That ignites suddenly

And deals its blow with doubled force.

So may you be granted me,

Abruptly silencing my yearning,

So that the desire to embrace you

Will not call me back to life.