In the quiet night, at the first watch
A voice begins to lament
The night wind has sweet and gentle
Brought to me the sound
Of bitter suffering and Sadness
My heart has melted
The little flowers, with tears in them
I have watered them all
The beautiful moon wants to go down
For suffering may no longer shine
The stars can see their glittering
With me they want to cry
No birdsong nor the sound of joy
You can hear it in the air
The wild animals' mourn with me too
In stones and in gaps