Farewell!

Farewell,

O little bird, who now must wander;

summer is departing

and you will run away with him.

Farewell, farewell!

Farewell,

O little leaf, who now must fall;

you have been streaked with red,

painted by the dying Autumn:

Farewell, farewell!

Farewell,

O life, that now should die,

but life cannot die,

and will rise new from the grave;

Farewell, farewell!

Farewell!

In long winter nights shall

my spirit see in dreams

what my eyes otherwise saw in reality;

Farewell, farewell!

Farewell,

All beloved things that now must leave!

And if it so happens

that I never see you again:

Farewell, farewell,

Farewell!