English translations of [2] Gutenberg Lieder, opus 51

To be sure, the noble German Rhine
Truly has many good mountains,
From whence it pours out spirits for us,
To singing and ringing, to dancing and sport.
But the brilliance of its best mountains
Does not compare in bright radiance
To Gutenberg, whose wreath of fame
Greens in old Mainz on the Rhine.
 
From this Gutenberg light shone
Brightly out into all the lands,
[Light] that boldly makes its way through dark night
And, without a sword, fought many a fight.
From his press there sprang a must (i.e., for wine)
That soon intoxicated the entire world,
That freed [the world] from much grillwork (i.e., prison)
[A must] that it would not exchange for any wine.
 
From the good mountain good wine flowed forth
Into the dark vat. Raise it to the light!
Pour out its fiery sun-gold!
Arise! Clink and drink! thus duty commands.
Three cheers for you I proclaim here,
For you who through the press frees [us] from oppression.
Hail Gutenberg! Clink your glasses, drink to
The fiery spirit of the good mountain.1

The press, which everybody praises nowadays,
Has a variety of effects on daily life. 
With it one prints the spirit of the times,
And also presses the spirit of the grapes. 
Thus, along with Gutenberg and Faust,
Let the discovery of such
An influential press be toasted!

The working of this press
Inspires both the typesetter and the printer,
They love the flow of wine more and more,
And are indeed valiant guzzlers!
Only they bitterly hate one dish -
Neither of them like it at all -
And that is "pie"1.

For the author, no more palatable wine
Flows from the presses!
He happily dines à la carte. 
Alas, the meal is often spoiled. 
Whenever something tastes and smells spicy,
[The censor's] black mark immediately strikes it!
That is as revolting as bad fish.

But only see the publisher!
He prints and presses the spirits!
And, never embarrassed, while he's at it,
He carouses and feasts like the best of them!
There is only one dish that he doesn't like -
He is of the opinion that it doesn't agree with him -
And that is the giant crabs2.

Therefore all you printer colleagues
Who are aglow from the spirit’s light,
Call out loudly with the most joyful clinking of goblets:
Away with all laws of the press!
Away “pie”!1 away host of crabs!2
No more aftertaste of dry old sticks
At the next festival of the printers!