Wandrers Nachtlied (Wanderers Night Song)

Der du von dem Himmel bist,
Alles Leid und Schmerzen stillest,
Den, der doppelt elend ist,
Doppelt mit Erquickung füllest,
- Ach, ich bin des Treibens müde,
Was soll all der Schmerz und Lust? -

Süßer Friede,
Komm, ach komm in meine breast! brust

You who art from heaven,
Who quiets all that is painfull,
Who twice fills with refreshment
that which is twice miserable.
- I am weary of the bustle
why all the pain? -

Sweet peace,
Come, come into my breast!

-Goethe

Goethe beautifully captures the longing for peace; but peace as tranquility amidst the storm, not the absence of the storm.

Addendum: Longfellow has produced a translation that is much more poetic than mine. Longfellow:

Thou that from the heavens art,
Every pain and sorrow stillest,
And the doubly wretched heart
Doubly with refreshment fillest,
I am weary with contending!
Why this rapture and unrest?

Peace descending
Come ah, come into my breast!