We have through sorrow and joy

gone hand in hand;

From our wanderings, let's now rest

in this quiet land.

Around us, the valleys bow

as the sun goes down.

Two larks soar upwards

dreamily into the light air.

Come close, and let them fly.

Soon it will be time for sleep.

Let's not lose our way

in this solitude.

O vast, tranquil peace,

so deep in the evening's glow!

How weary we are of wandering -

Is this perhaps a hint of death?

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