Language: German (Deutsch)
So viel Stern am Himmel stehen,
An dem blauen Himmelszelt,
Soviel Schäflein als da gehen,
In dem grünen, grünen Feld,
Soviel Vöglein als da fliegen,
Als da hin und wieder fliegen,
Sovielmal sei du gegrüßt.
Soll ich dich denn nimmer sehen,
Nun ich in die Ferne muß?
Ach das kann ich nicht verstehen,
O du bittrer Scheidensschluß.
Wär ich lieber schon gestorben,
Eh' ich mir ein Lieb' erworben,
Wär ich jetzt nicht so betrübt!
Weiß nicht ob auf dieser Erden,
Die des herben Jammers voll,
Nach viel Trübsal und Beschwerden
Ich dich wiedersehen soll:
Was für Wellen, was für Flammen
Schlagen über mir zusammen,
Ach wie groß ist meine Noth.
Mit Geduld will ich es tragen,
Denk ich immer nur zu dir;
Alle Morgen will ich sagen:
O mein Schatz, wann kommst zu mir?
Alle Abend will ich sprechen,
Wenn mir meine Augen brechen:
O mein Lieb gedenk an mich.
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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-4 of the original text.
Note: contemporary German would change several spellings including "Noth" ("Not") and "thut" ("tut").
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Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
As many as there are stars upon the heavens,
Upon the blue vault of the heavens,
As many as there are sheep that amble
In the green, green, field.
As many as there are birds that fly --
That fly back and forth,
That many times I greet you.
Shall I never see you again,
Now that I must travel off into the distance?
Ah, that I cannot comprehend,
Oh, you bitter decision to part!
If I had only already died,
Then I would not now be so despondent.
I do not know if upon this earth,
Which is full of bitter misery,
After many tribulations and hardships
I am to see you again.
What waves, what flames
Crash together over me!
Ah, how great is my distress!
I shall bear it with patience,
If only my thoughts are always of you;
Every morning I shall say:
Oh my darling, when shall you come to me?
Every evening I shall speak,
When my eyes almost close in death:
Oh my love, think of me!
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