Calling from the forest darkness
The hunting horn’s plaint carries
Well into the land of love,
Weaving there its powerful spell.
Happy is he who has found a heart,
Subject to him, without a flaw.
For me all joy has vanished
Since my dearest is no more.

When from the green woodland
The hunting horn I hear,
I feel she may be close at hand,
I feel I’m being drawn quite near,
That from beyond she will appear -
She who gave herself, without a flaw –
That blissful union to restore!
Death holds no terrors anymore.