English translations of Drei Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte, opus 24

[You]1 red rose upon the green heath,
Who commanded you to bloom?
You fervent heart in deep sorrow,
What do you hope to accomplish with your burning?
The storm is roaring down from the mountain,
It shall break you;
Love is digging a quiet grave,
Then you shall be mute.
 
Do not think of death, think of life
In love and delight,
As your gift for me, throw yourself
Upon my breast.
For I know that you love me
With overflowing heart,
Oh bliss! when you shall give to me
The first kiss.
 
It is written upon the firmament of the stars
That you are mine;
What does love care about the world
And its illusions?
Fling your arms about my neck,
Press lips to lips,
Nowhere else in the whole world could you rest
So sweetly and warmly.
 
Succumb to the intoxication of rapture, forget
Earthly time,
You would exchange eternity
For this single moment.
Come! to appease my yearning,
Oh Queen!
And if you desire my soul,
Then take it!

I if could grow wings,
Up, over the hills
Toward the heavens I would wheel,
Free like a bird, surmount the treetops
And, from the green boughs of twilight
Squawk in a chorus of joyful song.

Soaring in a broad arc
Would I come,
Proud like a falcon in the sunny blue,
Agile as the swallow I would sail,
Grazing over the nodding grasses,
Sprinkling my breast with the sparkling dew.

Early in the morning
Hidden within the forest,
I would, like the thrush, wake the reluctant day,
Gull, I would fly along the shoreline with you,
And rock myself on the foamy waves,
Listening to the thunderous pounding of the sea.

But, O nightingale,
If I could everywhere
Glide from branch to branch like you do,
I know a bush in front of some lonely huts,
Where I would pour forth my melodies
With greetings of love, and there take my rest.

A pale maiden waits
Alone through the day and the dark night
For her beloved beside the pathway,
    Watcher by the pathway! Watcher by the pathway!

She said: And if I were to put down roots here
And if I had to wait until the day of judgement,
I shall wait for him beside the pathway,
    Watcher by the pathway! Watcher by the pathway!

The wild lad has forgotten her,
And where she waited, she found her grave,
A little flower sprouts beside the pathway,
    Watcher by the pathway! Watcher by the pathway!

The summer comes and the summer goes,
The autumn wind blows over the heath,
The little flower waits beside the pathway,
    Watcher by the pathway! Watcher by the pathway!