In silent night, at first watch,

A voice begins to lament.

The night wind has sweetly and gently

Carried the sound to me.

With bitter pain and sorrow

My heart is melted.

With simple tears and flowers

I have watered all of them.

The lovely moon will now set,

For sorrow it doesn't want to shine,

The stars stop their gleaming,

They want to weep with me.

No birdsong nor joyous sounds

Can be heard in the air.

Even the wild beasts grieve with me

In rocks and ravines.