Tomb-song

Even the noble's resting bones

Are covered in the darkness of oblivion

Moss blankets the engraving on the tombstone,

And his name dies in the course of time.

When will rise the new dawn?

Oh, when will emerge the eternal spring's new leaves?

Low is the covering over the dead's resting place

Narrow and obscured by dust their chamber!

Roses are as yet crowning my locks,

Love flows to me from everywhere;

When the death knell dies away

Nobody will remember promising youth any longer.