Here are 2 versions of Novalis' Wenn nicht mehr
Zahlen und Figuren which I translated a while ago.

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When equations, statistics and science run out,
Are no longer the keys to our world, but mere routes,
Will we notice them singing and kissing in peace,
Far more beautiful than our great scholars deceased?

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When science fails and numbers lose their magic,
Won’t we begin to see the beauty tragic?
How well a blade of grass or flower’s bliss,
So long forgotten, teach us to sing and kiss?