Gestillte Sehnsucht (Johannes Brahms)

Bathed in golden evening light
how solemnly the woods stand still!
In soft whispers of the little birds
the evening breeze breathes its gentle chill.
What are the winds and the birds whispering?
They’re lulling the world into a dream.
You wishes that always stir within you
in hearts without rest or peace!
Oh longing that moves the heart,
when will you rest, when will you cease?
With the whispers of the winds and the birds
when will your yearning finally sleep?
Ah, when no longer in golden distances
my spirit rushes on dream’s wings,
no longer gazing at eternally distant stars
with longing eyes that the heartstrings cling,
then the winds and the birds whisper
my life into my yearning's embrace.