Wo weilt er?
Im kalten, im schaurigen Land.
Wo ruht er?
Am Meere, auf steinigem Strand.
Was treibt er?
Er haschet das fliehende Glück.
Was denkt er?
Er sehnt sich zur Heimat zurück.
O grüßt ihn,
ihr Wolken, im schaurigen Land!
O kühlt ihn,
ihr Lüftchen, am steinigen Strand!
O kränz' ihn,
du falsches, treuloses Glück!
Ich ruf ihn:
O kehre zur Heimat zurück!
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Where doth he dwell?
In a cold, gruesome land.
Where doth he rest?
By the sea, on a rocky shore.
What doth he do?
He is chasing a fleeting good fortune.
What doth he think?
He yearns to be back in his homeland.
Oh greet him,
Ye clouds in the gruesome land!
Oh cool him,
Ye breezes on the rocky shore!
Oh crown him with laurels,
You false, unfaithful fortune!
I call to him:
Oh return to your homeland!