Wayfarer's Evening Song
By Johann Goethe
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
Click here to hear me recite the poem in German
Over every hilltop
comes repose.
From every treetop
there blows
barely a breath toward you.
Birds in the woodland cease their song.
Wait, now. Before long
You will rest, too.
The Original:
Wandrers Nachtlied
Über allen Gipfeln
ist Ruh’
in allen Wipfeln
spürest du
kaum einen Hauch.
Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde.
Warte, nur balde
ruhest du auch.
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