De Welt is rein so sachen,
As leeg se deep in Drom,
Man hört ni weenn noch lachen,
Se’s lisen as en Bom.

The world is calm, like sleeping
In peaceful reverie.
You hear no laughs, no weeping.
It’s silent like a tree.

Se snackt man mank de Blæder,
As snack en Kind in Slap,
Dat sünd de Wegenleder
Vær Köh un stille Schap.

Just in the leaves it’s ringing,
Like a child’s talk in its sleep,
Like lullabies for singing
To sleep the cows and sheep.

Nu liggt dat Dörp in Dunkeln
Un Newel hangt dervær,
Man hört man eben munkeln,
As keem’t vun Minschen her.

Night’s darkness is surrounding
The village beyond the fog.
Like human talk are sounding
The voices from the bog.

Man hört dat Veh int Grasen,
Un Allens is in Fred,
Sogar en schüchtern Hasen
Sleep mi vær de Föt.

You hear the cattle grazing
At pasture without care.
Before my feet—amazing!—
Sleeps even a timid hare.

Das wul de Himmelsfreden
Ahn Larm un Strit un Spott,
Dat is en Tid tum Beden –
Hör mi, du frame Gott!

Heavenly peace is allaying
All discord. There’s just sacred love.
This is a time for praying.
Hear me, o God above!