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Der Pilgrim

Language: German (Deutsch)

Noch in meines Lebens Lenze
  War ich, und ich wandert' aus,
Und der Jugend frohe Tänze
  Ließ ich des Vaters Haus.

All mein Erbteil, all mein Habe
  Warf ich fröhlich glauben hin,
Und am leichten Pilgerstabe
  Zog ich fort mit Kindersinn.

Denn mich trieb ein mächtig Hoffen
  Und ein dunkles Glaubenswort,
»Wandle,« rief's, »der Weg ist offen,
  Immer nach dem Aufgang fort.«

»Bis zu einer goldnen Pforten
  Du gelangst, da gehst du ein,
Denn das Irdische wird dorten
  Himmlisch, unvergänglich sein.«

Abend ward's und wurde Morgen,
  Nimmer, nimmer stand ich still,
Aber immer blieb's verborgen,
  Was ich suche, was ich will.

Berge lagen mir im Wege,
  Ströme hemmten meinen Fuß,
Über Schlünde baut ich Stege,
  Brücken durch den wilden Fluß.

Und zu eines Stroms Gestaden
  Kam ich, der nach Morgen floß;
Froh vertrauend seinem Faden,
  [Werf']1 ich mich in seinen Schoß.

Hin zu einem großen Meere
  Trieb mich seiner Wellen Spiel;
Vor mir liegt's in weiter Leere,
  Näher bin ich nicht dem Ziel.

Ach, kein Steg will dahin führen,
  Ach, der Himmel über mir
Will die Erde nicht berühen,
  Und das Dort ist niemals hier!


Translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE FRE ITA

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Confirmed with Gedichte von Friedrich von Schiller, Stuttgart, Verlag der J. G. Cotta'schen Buchhandlung, 1873, pages 186-187.

1 Schubert: "Warf"

Submitted by Richard Morris

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

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Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El pelegrí", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "De pelgrim", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Laura Prichard) , "The pilgrim", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Le pèlerin", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Il pellegrino", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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The pilgrim

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

Early in the springtime of my life
I was, and I wandered abroad,
And youth’s happy dance
Was abandoned by me, in my father’s house.

All my inheritance, all my belongings
I cast away, happy in my beliefs,
And carrying a light pilgrim’s staff,
I set out with childlike innocence.

I was urged on by a powerful hope
And a dark expression of faith
“Go forth,” calling [me] away, “The road is open,
Leading toward the rising [sun]."

“Until a golden gate
You reach: step inside,
And then earthly things will
Become sublime, immortal.”

[And] there was evening, and [there] was morning,
Never, never did I pause,
But it always remained hidden,
What I sought, what I wanted.

Mountains stood in my way,
Currents hampered my steps,
Over abysses I built footbridges, and
Bridges across wild torrents.

And to the banks of a stream
I came, that flowed toward the morning [sun];
Happily trusting its course,
I throw myself into his lap1.

Onwards to a great ocean
I floated on the play of waves;
Before me lies a empty expanse,
I’m no nearer to my goal.

Ah, no bridge will lead me there,
Ah, heaven above me
Won’t touch the earth,
And There [will] never [be] here!


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1 literally, “lap” or “womb"; alternative: "into his arms"

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