Tu ab den Schmerz
Away with pain

Kaltnecker

Away with pain, off with desire!
Summer blooms at my dear sisterís head.
Blessed the soul that without dread
Would to unceasing winter aspire.

Open your heart, give peace a place!
The floating sun kisses my sisterís face.
Blessed he who, with his last breath
Weaves flowering chaplets about the brow of Death.