English translations of Drei Gedichte von Goethe für 1 Singstimme mit Pianofortebegleitung, opus 33

I think of you when the sunlight shimmers,
beaming from the sea1;
I think of you when the moon's gleam
paints the streams.

I see you when, on distant roads,
the dust rises up;
in deep night, when on the narrow bridge
a traveler quivers.

I hear you when there, with a muffled roar,
the waves rise.
In the still grove I go often to listen,
when everything is silent.

I am with you, even if you are so far away.
You are near me!
The sun sinks, and soon the stars will shine for me.
O, if only you were here!

How in the morning light
you glow around me,
beloved Spring!
With love's thousand-fold bliss,
to my heart presses
the eternal warmth
of sacred feelings
and endless beauty!

Would that I could clasp 
you in these arms!

Ah, at your breast
I lie and languish,
and your flowers and your grass
press themselves to my heart.
You cool the burning
thirst of my breast,
lovely morning wind!
The nightingale calls
lovingly to me from the misty vale.
I am coming, I am coming!
but whither? To where?

Upwards I strive, upwards!
The clouds float
downwards, the clouds
bow down to yearning love.
To me! To me!
In your lap
upwards!
Embracing, embraced!
Upwards to your bosom,
All-loving Father!

 Cover your heavens, Zeus,
 with gauzy clouds,
 and practice, like a boy
 who beheads thistles,
 on the oaks and peaks of mountains;
 but you must allow
 my world to stand,
 and my hut, which you did not build,
 and my hearth,
 whose glow
 you envy me.

 I know nothing more shabby
 under the sun, than you gods!
 You wretchedly nourish,
 from offerings
 and the breath of prayers,
 your majesty;
 And you would starve, were
 children and beggars not
 such hopeful fools.

 When I was a child
 I did not know in from out;
  I turned my confused eyes
 to the sun, as if above it there were
 an ear to hear my laments -
 a heart like mine
 that would pity the oppressed.

 Who helped me
 against the pride of the titans?
 Who rescued me from death -
 from slavery?
 Did you not accomplish it all yourself,
 my sacred, glowing heart?
 Yet did you not glow with ardent and youthful goodness,
 deceived, and full of gratitude
 to the sleepers above?

 I, honor you? Why?
 Have you ever alleviated the pain
 of one who is oppressed?
 Have you ever quieted the tears
 of one who is distressed?
 Was I not forged into a man
 by all-mighty Time
 and eternal Fate,
 my masters and yours?

 You were deluded if you thought
 I should hate life
 and fly into the wilderness
 because not all of my
 budding dreams blossomed.

 Here I will sit, forming men
 after my own image.
 It will be a race like me,
 to suffer, to weep,
 to enjoy and to rejoice,
 and to pay no attention to you,
 as I do!