Turan's Zelt
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): ENG
Im weiten Meer der Wüste
Da steht am Hügelrand
Ein einsam Zelt erhoben,
Schirmt gegen Sturmestoben
Und heißen Sonnenbrand.
Ein schmaler Wassergraben
Umkränzt es ringsumher,
Und sorgsam eng-verdichtet
Sind Dornen aufgeschichtet,
Des Wildes Gegenwehr.
Zwei Schüsseln, eine Mühle,
Ein Kessel stehen drinn,
Und schlichte Decken breiten
Sich weich nach allen Seiten
Am sand'gen Boden hin.
Da weilt die schöne Fitne
Fern jedem Späherblick;
Da findet Ruh und Frieden
Sie einsam, abgeschieden;
Stört Nichts ihr stilles Glück.
Was frommet ihrer Liebe
Die ganze weite Welt?
Kehrt doch mit jedem Abend,
Der Sehnsucht Wehe labend,
Turan zurück in's Zelt.
Des Tages reiche Beute
Trägt er im starken Arm;
Sie löst ihm die Geschosse,
Sie hebt ihn selbst vom Rosse
So treu, so liebewarm.
Nicht um die Mutter klagt sie,
Um ihre Brüder nicht;
Vergessen alle Schmerzen;
Sie ruht an Turans Herzen,
In seiner Liebe Licht.
Confirmed with Bilder des Orients von Heinrich Stieglitz, Erster Band, I. Arabien, Leipzig, bei Carl Cnobloch, 1831, pages 14-16.
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Turan's tent", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Turan's tent
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
In the wide sea of the desert,
There by the edge of the hill stands
A solitary tent erected;
It protects from the raging of the storm
And the hot burning of the sun.
A narrow moat
Encircles it round about,
And, tightly woven together with care,
Thorns are piled up,
A deterrent to wild beasts.
Two bowls, a grinding-mill,
A kettle stand therein,
And plain coverings are spread out
Softly toward all sides
Upon the sandy floor.
There dwells the beautiful Fitne,
Far from every prying gaze;
There she finds rest and peace,
Alone, secluded;
Nothing disturbs her quiet happiness.
Of what benefit to her love
Is the whole wide world?
For with the coming of every evening,
Assuaging her pains of longing,
Turan returns to the tent.
The rich spoils of the day
He carries in his strong arms;
She loosens his weaponry,
She herself lifts him from the horse
So faithfully, so lovingly warm.
She does not lament for her mother,
Not for her brothers;
All pains are forgotten;
She rests upon Turan's heart,
In the light of his love.
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