Zorn
Language: German (Deutsch)
Seh' ich im verfallnen, dunkeln
Haus die alten Waffen hangen,
Zornig aus dem Roste funkeln,
Wenn der Morgen aufgegangen,
Und den letzten Klang verflogen,
Wo im wilden Zug der Wetter,
Aufs gekreuzte Schwert gebogen,
Einst gehaust des Landes Retter;
Und ein neu Geschlecht von Zwergen
Schwindelnd um die Felsen klettern,
Frech, wenn's sonnig auf den Bergen,
Feige krümmend sich in Wettern,
Ihres Heilands Blut und Tränen
Spottend noch einmal verkaufen,
Ohne Klage, Wunsch und Sehnen
In der Zeiten Strom ersaufen;
Denk' ich dann, wie du gestanden
Treu, da niemand treu geblieben:
Möcht' ich, über unsre Schande
Tiefentbrannt in zorn'gem Lieben,
Wurzeln in der Felsen Marke,
Und empor zu Himmels Lichten
Stumm anstrebend, wie die starke
Riesentanne, mich aufrichten.
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Anger
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
When I see, in our dark and decaying
house, the old weaponry hanging
angrily, twinkling in their rust
when day has dawned
and the last sound has faded
where, in the wild movement of the storm,
bowed over the crossed sword,
once lived the saviour of the land;
and when I see a new species of dwarves
scampering dizzily about the rocks,
bold when it is sunny on the mountains,
fearful and writhing when storms come,
hawking their Saviour's blood and tears
once again with ridicule,
drowning without lament, desire and yearning,
in the river of time;
if then I contemplate how you stood
faithfully, when no one else remained faithful:
then, thinking of our dishonor
and burning deeply with angry love,
I want to sink roots into the marrow of the rocks,
and up to heaven's clear expanse,
aiming mutely, like a strong
giant pine, raise myself.
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