Nimm sie hin denn, diese Lieder
Accept them, then, these Songs

An die ferne Geliebte To the Distant Beloved


Take them then, these songs
Which I, my love, have sung for you.
Sing them once more when evening comes
To the lute so sweet and true.

As the glowing red of sunset
Is drawn down to the lake’s calm blue
And the rays behind the mountain
Sink finally from view

And as you sing what I have sung,
What from a full heart was wrung
Without pretension; the entire
Spectrum of my heart’s desire,

Then, at this sound, all that’s made us grieve
Will disappear
As loving hearts achieve
What they hold most dear.