4 Letzte Lieder: No. 3, Beim Schlafengehen

Now this day has fatigued me
and my most arduous desire shall
receive kindly the starry night
like a tired child

Hands, rest after so much action
Forehead, cease all thinking
Now all my senses
wish to sink into this light slumber

And unattendedly the soul
wants to take wings freely
to live on deep down and thousandfold
in the magic circle of the night