Grablied
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): ENG
So fahr' nun wohl, du wackres Bruderherz,
Wir scheiden jetzt von dir mit tiefem Schmerz,
Wir senken was dem Staub verfiel hinab,
Und Bergmannsthränen rollen auf dein Grab.
Du hast gelebt nach echter Bergmannsart,
Und hast gewagt manch eine kühne Fahrt,
Du hast geführt manch guten Bergmannsschlag
Und hast gebracht manch edles Erz zu Tag.
Das Fäustel ruht, es feiert das Gezäh',
Und wir umsteh'n dich jetzt mit tiefem Weh',
War's deine Scheidestunde doch, die schlug,
Denn dein Gewerke sprach: Es ist genug.
Wohl jedem Heil der so aus Haus und Ried
Nachdem die Schicht gethan, von hinnen schied.
Der nicht bereuen darf, der Strafe bang,
Die Fahrt durch dieses Lebens Stollengang.
Nun schlummre sanft, so wie der Herr gebot,
Bis du erwachst im schönern Morgenroth,
Denn taubes Erz nur bleibt im nächt'gen Haus,
Doch gräbt das Gold der große Bergmann aus.
Confirmed with Aus der Teufe. Bergmännische Dichtungen von Dr. Johann Nep. Vogl, zweite vermehrte Auflage, Wien: Verlag von Carl Gerold's Sohn, 1856, pages 69-70
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Song of the grave
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
Farewell then, you valiant brother's heart,
We now part from you with deep pain,
That which has fallen prey to dust we lower [into the earth],
And miners' tears fall upon your grave.
You lived according to the true manner of miners,
You dared to make many a bold descent,
You swung many a good miner's blow
And brought much noble ore up into daylight.
Your hammer rests, your miners' toolkit lies in repose,
And we stand about you now in deep pain,
It was your parting hour that tolled,
For your works spoke: It is enough.
Truly, it is well for anyone who thus departs thence
From hearth and home when his shift is over.
Who cannot regret, anxious about punishment,
The journey through the tunnels of this life.
Now slumber gently, as the Lord commanded,
Until you awaken in the more beautiful dawn,
For only barren ore remains in the dark abode,
But the gold is excavated by the Great Miner.
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