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Where dost thou stand behind them all,...

Language: English after the Bangla (Bengali)

Where dost thou stand behind them all, my lover, 
hiding thyself in the shadows?
They push thee and pass thee by on the dusty road, 
taking thee for naught. 
I wait here weary hours spreading my offerings for thee, 
while passers-by come and take my flowers, 
one by one, and my basket is nearly empty.

The morning time is past, and the noon. 
In the shade of evening my eyes are drowsy with sleep. 
Men going home glance at me 
and smile and fill me with shame. 
I sit like a beggar maid, 
drawing my skirt over my face, 
and when they ask me, what it is I want, 
I drop my eyes and answer them not.

Oh, how, indeed, could I tell them that for thee I wait, 
and that thou hast promised to come. 
How could I utter for shame 
that I keep for my dowry this poverty. 
Ah, I hug this pride in the secret of my heart.

I sit on the grass and gaze upon the sky 
and dream of the sudden splendour of thy coming - 
all the lights ablaze, golden pennons flying over thy car, 
and they at the roadside standing agape, 
when they see thee come down from thy seat 
to raise me from the dust, 
and set at thy side this ragged beggar girl 
a-tremble with shame and pride, 
like a creeper in a summer breeze.

But time glides on and still 
no sound of the wheels of thy chariot. 
Many a procession passes by with noise 
and shouts and glamour of glory. 
Is it only thou who wouldst stand 
in the shadow silent and behind them all? 
And only I who would wait and weep 
and wear out my heart in vain longing?


Translation(s): GER

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  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , title unknown, copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Text added to the website: 2010-11-03.
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Wo stehst Du hinter all den andern, mein...

Language: German (Deutsch) after the English

Wo stehst Du hinter all den andern, mein Geliebter,
und hältst im Schatten dich verborgen? 
Sie rempeln dich und gehn an dir vorbei auf staub’ger Straße, 
so als wärst du nichts. Ermüdend sind die Stunden meines Wartens.
Ich breite meine Opfergaben für dich aus, 
derweil die Leute im Vorübergehen meine Blumen nehmen, 
Blum’ um Blum, sodass mein Korb fast leer.

Vorbei sind Morgen, Mittag.
Im Abendschatten werden mir die Augen schwer.
Die heimgehn, schaun mich flüchtig an; 
sie lächeln und erfüllen mich mit Scham.
Ganz wie ein Bettelmädchen sitz’ ich hier, 
zieh das Gewand mir über das Gesicht.
Und fragen sie mich, was mir fehlt, 
senk ich die Augen, bleibe still.

O,  w i e  wohl könnt ich ihnen sagen, 
dass ich hier deiner harre,
und dass du hast versprochen mir, zu kommen.
Wie könnt in Scham ich sagen, dass diese meine Armut meine Mitgift ist.
Stolz halt ich dies geheim in meinem Herzen.

Ich sitz im Gras, schau unverwandt zum Himmel
und träume, dass du plötzlich kommst in Herrlichkeit -
in großem Leuchten, goldnen Schwingen über deinem Wagen,
und die am Wegrand gaffend stehn,
wenn sie dich niedersteigen sehn von deinem Sitz, 
vom Staube mich zu heben,
und dir zur Seite setzest die zerlumpte Bettlerin, 
vor Scham und Stolz erzitternd
wie die Rank’ im Sommerwind.

Doch weiter rinnt die Zeit und immer noch 
kein Ton der Räder deines Wagens.
Und mancher Zug zieht feierlich vorbei 
mit lautem Rufen, Glanz und Pracht.
Bist du es nur, der schweigend stünd 
im Schatten hinter allen?
Und ich nur, der da warten, weinen 
und vergeblich sehnend würd' sein Herz verzehr’n?


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Text added to the website: 2014-05-18.
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