The moon's light is silent; the branches of every tree are silent.

The songsters of the valley are silent; the green trees of the mountain are silent.

Nature has become unconscious; it is sleeping in the night's lap.

Some such spell of serenity exists that Neckar's flow is also serene.

The caravan of stars is silent; the caravan is moving without the bell.

Silent are the mountains, forest, river as if Nature is absorbed in deep meditation.

O Heart! You should also become silent taking grief in your lap go to sleep.