O my evening star,

Come down over the mountain,

Let us speak in low tones

In captivity with you.

Tell me how the sun goes down

The sun is setting,

How the river is merry

It borrows water.

How the wide falconry

Spreads its branches...

And above the water itself

A willow bent over the water;

She sends out her branches

Her green branches,

And on the branches sway

The unbaptized children sway on the branches.

O my evening star,

Come down over the mountain,

Let us speak in low tones

In captivity with you.

Tell me how the sun goes down

The sun is setting,

How the river is merry

It borrows water.

How the wide falconry

Spreads its branches...

And above the water itself

A willow bent over the water;

She sends out her branches

Her green branches,

And on the branches sway

The unbaptized children sway on the branches.