The yellow foliage trembles

The yellow foliage trembles,

the leaves fall down;

oh, everything, that is lovely and sweet,

wilts and sinks into the grave.

The tops of the forest conceal

a painful sunshine;

the last kisses are like

the departing summer.

I weep, as I must,

from deepest heart's reason;

this scene again reminds me

of our parting-hours.

I had to part from you

knowing, you would die soon!

I was the departing summer,

you were the ailing forest.