1. There, I reached the pinnacle of the mighty mountain,
My soul roamed in the air of emancipation,

2. I became far away while the hills disappeared
Behind thick fog that blinded my vision,

3. Silence prevailed over valleys that seemed
To the beholder like a great abyss,

4. Thus those paths faded after
The hand of oblivion touched them,

5. Meadows and forests appeared and they all
Disappeared behind beautiful figments of tranquility,

6. Like the cloud of spring adorned with its whiteness,
And like the light of the shining morning sun,

7. And red like light as if it is
A sash of evening at sunset,

8. The songs of the sea waves murmured,
The songs of streams in the fields withered,

9. Thereupon, all creatures fell silent
And the voices of all creation stilled,

10. Except for the songs of eternity I heard no more,
Accompanied by a soul singing there.