To the wind

I wandered forth to a far-off land;

just one more time I looked back with emotion,

and saw how she moved her mouth

and how she waved with her hand.

She must have called a friendly word

to send me on my gloomy way,

but I did not hear one beloved sound

because the wind had carried it away.

That I must give up my happiness,

you raw, cold blast of wind,

it should be enough - yet must you also

tear from me her last farewell?