An den fernen Geliebten
To my Man who is Far Away


Once sweet calm and golden peace
Dwelt in my heart,
Now yearning colours every joy
Since we did part.

The hour of your leaving
I hear like a cracked bell,
The evensong of nightingales
I hear as your farewell.

Your dear soul, Love’s words address
Now with this plea:
My friend, whom I chose on this earth,
Remember me.

Should, by moonlight, some random breeze
Make your hair flow free,
That is my spirit beseeching you:
Remember me.

Should you, when the moon was full,
Have yearned for me as zephyrs blew,
Their music sure conveyed
My fond Adieu.