Secular Burial and Funeral Service – Funeral Orator – Autumn has now come, has taken the beautiful summer dress from the fields!

Prayer and Meditation

Autumn has now come, has taken the beautiful summer dress from the fields and strewn the leaves, it warms against the evil winter wind and gently covers the grounds with the colorful leaves, which are already weary going to rest. A beautiful woman drives through the fields. And she spins golden threads from her long hair on the meadow and sings as she walks.

Eia, my little flowers, don't always look after others. Sleep, fall asleep. And the little birds fly high. In the air over blue mountains and lakes in the distance to the chasms where the high cedars stand. Where with their golden wings on the tomb of the blessed angels sing hosanna through the still air at night.

Secular Burial - Funeral Orator

The forest turns pale, the leaves fall, how desolate and silent the room! The little brooks only go through the beech halls. Rustling as in a dream, and the evening bells ring far from the edge of the forest. Why do you want to tempt me so wildly in this loneliness? As at home, these bells from quiet childhood ring. I turn in shock, oh, what loves me is far away! Just burst out, old songs, and break my heart! Once again I greet from afar what I only love, but it pulls me down with melancholy like in the grave.

Oh, what a song with sweet homeland sounds, what a chord full of happiness and pain. As if the nightingales were all singing, stirs my heart anew! Do you know the land where the lemons bloom? You nightingales, can I go with you! I am drawn to those mild breezes, as birds are drawn to the moon in May. To laurel groves, oh to sun-drifts! My fatherland is where spring blooms, a gentle wind blows from the blue sky! My sense, my gloom after home is standing! O enticing song, who is eloquent like you?