Der Hingang
Language: German (Deutsch)
Willkommen junges frisches Licht,
Das zwischen grünen Maienzweigen,
Thauhell auf meine Pfade bricht,
Und mich umtanzt im blanken Reigen
Zu dieser Morgenstunde!
Mich locken Lieb' und Ehr und Mai;
Ach Gott, wie spielt sichs froh und frei,
Mit Hieb und Stoß und Wunde!
Isula ist mein Feldgeschrei;
Mir ist, als wär sie mit dabei.
Glück auf! Montalto zögert nicht.
Durch schlanker Bäume Weh'n und Neigen,
Das ihm den Harnisch grün umflicht,
Seh' ich herauf ihn eilig steigen
In diese Waldesrunde.
Willkommen edler Gegner, sey!
Nun gehn wir frisch ans Werk allzwei
Im hohen Ritterbunde.
Ich sprech' in mir mein Feldgeschrei,
Und rufe laut: Zum Kampf herbei!
Confirmed with Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué, "Folko und Isula. Lieder eines Troubadours," Taschenbuch für das Jahr 1814. Der Liebe und Freundschaft gewidmet, herausgegeben von Dr. St. Schütze, Frankfurt am Mayn: bei Friedrich Wilman, [1814], pages 100-101
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The way there
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
Welcome, fresh young light,
That from between the green branches of May
Breaks upon my path in dewy brightness,
And dances about me in a shining roundelay
In this morning hour!
I am enticed by love and honour and Maytime;
Ah God, how one toys happily and freely
With blows and jabs and wounds!
Isula is my battle-cry;
It seems to me that she is here with me.
Good luck to you! Montalto does not tarry.
Through the waving and bowing of slender trees,
Which weave greenly about his harness,
I see him rapidly approaching
This clearing in the woods.
Be welcome, noble opponent!
Now we two shall briskly undertake the task
In the lofty bond of knighthood.
Within me I utter my battle-cry,
And call loudly: Come to the combat!
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