English translations of Drei Lieder, opus 80

 I on the earth, you in the sky -
 we both wander briskly on:
 I stern and troubled, you mild and pure;
 what might be the difference between us?
 
 A stranger, I wander from land to land,
 so rootless and unknown;
 up mountains and down, into forests and out,
 but nowhere am I - alas! - at home.
 
 But you wander up and down,
 from the eastern cradle to the western grave,
 on your pilgrimage from land to land;
 and wherever you are, you are at home.
 
 The sky, endlessly spreading,
 is your beloved homeland;
 o happy is he who, wherever he goes,
 still stands on native ground!

Ring the night through, ring;
bring sweet peace 
to him for whom you toll!
Ring out to far places,
so you reconcile the pilgrim
with the world!

But who would travel after
those dear others
who have gone before?
Does he gladly ring the bell?
For he trembles on the threshhold
when they cry "Enter!"

Is it directed at the wicked son,
who is even still cursing the tone
because it is holy?
No, it rings louder
as a god-fearing man
nears the end of his life's run.

But if it is for one who is weary,
who was bereft of his brothers,
whom some loyal beast
once helped, preventing his faith
from being robbed by the world -
it calls him, God, to you!

If it is one of those joyful ones,
who share pure happiness,
love and friendship,
grant him still some bliss
under this sun,
where he tarries gladly!

Outside in the vast night
Now once more I stand;
Its bright, starry splendour
Grants my heart no peace.

A thousand arms beckon to me
With sweet longing
A thousand voices call to me:
'Greetings, thou dear friend!' 

Oh, I know what draws me,
What calls to me,
Like a friend's greeting, a song
Floating enticingly through the air.

Do you see there the cottage 
On which the moonlight is lingering?
From its sparkling windows gaze out
Fond eyes.

Do you see the house there by the brook,
Lit by the moon?
Beneath its homey roof
My dearest friend sleeps.

Do you see that tree,
Glittering with flakes of silver?
Oh, how often did my heart
Swell there with joy!

Every little place that beckons 
Is precious to me
And wherever a moonbeam falls,
Cherished treasure entices.

So everything here
Beckons to me with longing
And calls to me
With the sounds of true love.