English translations of Zwei Lieder für Bass-Stimme mit Pianofortebleitung, opus 18

I shoot the deer in the green forest,
The roe in the quiet valley,
The eagle on its nest on the cliff-face,
The duck on the lake.
There is no place that can offer protection
When my shotgun takes aim;
And yet, hard man that I am, I have
Also felt love!

I have often been busy at difficult times,
During storms and on winter nights,
And covered in ice and snow
I have made my bed on stone.
I have slept on thorns as if on down,
Undisturbed by the north wind,
Yet tender dreams of love
Have made an impression on my rough breast.

The wild hawk was my companion,
The wolf my equal in battle;
I began the day with the barking of dogs,
Night began with tally-ho.
A sprig of fir was the flowery decoration
On my sweat-stained hat,
And yet love was throbbing within me
In my wild huntsman's blood.

You shepherd on the soft moss
Playing with flowers,
Who knows if it is as hot, as significant
For you when you feel love?
Every night over the black woods,
Illuminated by moonlight,
That sublimely regal figure of light hovers 
In a way that no master could paint.

Then when it looks down on me,
When its gaze glows through me,
I know what it is like for the game
Flying away from the barrel of a gun.
And yet! it comes along with all the happiness
That is now on earth;
As if my very best friend
Were enfolding me in his arms.

No one better enjoys this time,
to ramble through the forest,
where thrush sings and hawk cries,
where stag and doe leap.

O how agreeable to sit in the green tree-top,
as the thrush sings out!
O if I could leap like a deer there,
I could hunt it so!