The posthorn blares, the whip cracks

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by (Georg) Adolf Glaßbrenner (1810 - 1876)

Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Das Posthorn schmettert, die Peitsche...

Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: ENG

Das Posthorn schmettert, die Peitsche knallt;
Mir wird so weh um's Herz! 
Sie fahren dahin, der Ton verhallt; 
Verhalle nun auch, mein Schmerz! 
Sobald die linden Lüfte wehn,
Werd' ich sie Alle wiedersehn,
Die ich geliebt, 
Die mich geliebt.

Ich möchte wohl einst so begraben sein
Vom blasenden Postillon;
Nach jenem Land so still und rein
Sehn' ich mich lange schon.
Sobald die linden Lüfte wehn,
Werd' ich sie Alle wiedersehn,
Die ich geliebt, 
Die mich geliebt.

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Confirmed with , Hausbuch aus deutschen Dichtern seit Claudius, Eine kritische Anthologie von Theodor Storm, Hamburg: Wilhelm Mauke, 1870, page 495.

Text Authorship:

by (Georg) Adolf Glaßbrenner (1810 - 1876), "Das Posthorn" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

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The posthorn blares, the whip cracks

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Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

The posthorn blares, the whip cracks;
My heart fills with such woe!
They are travelling off, the sound dies away;
My pain, now die away as well!
As soon as the gentle breezes blow
I shall see them all again,
Those whom I loved,
Those who loved me.

Someday I would like to be buried thus
By a trumpeting stage coachman;
I have already been yearning long for 
That land so quiet and pure.
As soon as the gentle breezes blow
I shall see them all again,
Those whom I loved,
Those who loved me.

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Translations of title(s):
"Das Posthorn" = "The posthorn"
"Das Posthorn schmettert " = "The posthorn blares"
"Verloren" = "Lost"

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