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Junge Fischerin

Language: German (Deutsch)

Des Morgens still ich träume
und schau' den Wolken nach,
wenn leise durch die Bäume
zittert der junge Tag. 

Die Nebel wogen und wallen,
das Frührot drüber hin. 
O niemand weiß von allen,
daß ich so traurig bin. 

Die See wogt kühl und leise
vorbei ohne Rast und Ruh',
mir schauert eigner Weise.
Ich drücke mir die Augen zu. 

Mag nicht die Nebel sehn --
Lauert der Tod darin? 
Ach! Niemand kann verstehen,
was ich so zage bin.

Mit meinen tränenfeuchten Augen
such' ich dich. 
Im Frührot seh' ich's leuchten,
ja du grüßest mich. 

Du kommst durch Nebelhüllen,
reitest auf dem Wind. 
du kommst, das Herz zu stillen,
stillen dem armen Fischerkind.


Translation(s): ENG

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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , title 1: "The young fisher-maiden", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.

Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:43
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The young fisher‑maiden

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

In the morning I dream quietly
And gaze after the clouds,
When softly through the trees
The young day trembles.
 
The mists curl and flow,
The red of the dawn above them,
Oh no one at all knows
That I am so sorrowful.
 
The sea surges coolly and quietly
Past me without rest or repose,
I feel an uncanny shudder.
I press my eyes shut.
 
I do not like seeing the mists --
Does death lurk within them?
Ah!  No one can understand,
Why I am so fearful.
 
With my eyes, wet with tears,
I search for you.
I see a gleaming in the dawn,
Yes, you are greeting me.
 
You come through the veils of mist,
Riding on the wind.
You come to calm the heart,
Calm [the heart] of the poor fisher-child.


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Text added to the website: 2010-03-17.
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