Des Abendsterns ersehnter Schein
Beglänzt den Saum der Flut,
Der Knabe zieht den Kahn herein,
Der still im Hafen ruht.
"Mein Tagewerk ist nun vollbracht,
Doch, liebe Seele, sprich,
O sprich, wie soll die lange Nacht
Vergehn mir ohne dich?"
Am Ufer steht ein Weidenbaum
Und dran gelehnt ein Stein,
Und drunter liegt in schmalem Raum
Ihr kaltes Totenbein.
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Fisher lad", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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The longed-for gleam of the evening star
Shines upon the margin of the floodwaters,
The lad pulls in the boat
That lies quietly in the harbour.
"My day's work is now completed,
But, dear soul, tell me,
Oh tell me, how shall the long night
Pass for me without you?"
On the shore stands a willow tree
And leaning against it a stone,
And below it lie in a narrow space
Her cold dead bones.