Die Fischerstochter
Language: German (Deutsch)
Die Fischerstochter sitzt am Strand,
es liegt das Netz ihr in der Hand,
der Blick schweift hin ins Weite.
"O Schwalbe, ziehe, zieh' geschwind,
du bist ja schneller als der Wind,
geleite ihn, geleite."
Der Schiffsjung' steht am Mast gelehnt,
sein Herze schlägt, sein Herze sehnt
sich an das Land zurücke;
und eine helle Träne hängt,
vom bittern Herzeleid getränkt,
an seinem trüben Blicke.
"O treue Möwe, eil' zu ihr,
erzähl', erzähle ihr von mir,
ihr seid ja schnell wie Blitze.
Sag' ihr, ich sei in Gottes Hand,
und baue dir ein Nest am Strand.
Bewahre sie, bewahre."
Am Himmel eine Wolke zog,
die Schwalbe schoß, die Möwe flog,
den Auftrag zu bestellen.
Die Wolke wurde zum Orkan,
das Schiff verschlang der Ocean,
Erzählt es nicht, ihr Wellen!
Doch was die Welle nicht erzählt,
das bleibt ihr ewig nicht verhehlt,
die Ahnung hat gesprochen.
Und wenn das Auge tränenleer,
dann wird das Leben gar zu schwer,
das Herze ist gebrochen.
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The fisherman's daughter", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 30
Word count: 160
The fisherman's daughter
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
The fisherman's daughter is sitting at the shore,
Her net is lying in her hand,
Her gaze sweeps the distance.
"Oh swallow, go, go quickly,
You are faster than the wind,
Accompany him, accompany [him]."
The ship-boy stands leaning against the mast,
His heart pounds, his heart yearns
To be back on land.
And a bright tear,
Full of bitter heartache,
Clouds his troubled gaze.
"Oh faithful seagull, hurry to her,
Tell, tell her about me,
You are as speedy as lightning.
Tell her I am in God's hand,
And build yourself a nest on the shore.
Protect her, protect [her]."
A cloud passed across the sky,
The swallow darted, the seagull flew,
To follow their instructions.
The cloud became a hurricane,
The ship was swallowed by the sea,
Do not tell of it, you waves!
But what the wave did not tell
did not remain eternally hidden from her:
A premonition spoke it.
And when her eye is emptied of tears,
Then life becomes too heavy to bear:
Her heart is broken.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2011 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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This text was added to the website: 2011-04-28
Line count: 30
Word count: 173
