by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
Translation by Emma Lazarus (1849 - 1887)

Hoch am Himmel stand die Sonne
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): FRE
Hoch am Himmel stand die Sonne, 
Von weißen Wolken umwogt, 
Das Meer war still, 
Und sinnend lag ich am Steuer des Schiffes, 
Träumerisch sinnend - und, halb im Wachen 
Und halb im Schlummer, schaute ich Christus, 
Den Heiland der Welt. 
Im wallend weißen Gewande 
Wandelt' er riesengroß 
Über Land und Meer; 
Es ragte sein Haupt in den Himmel, 
Die Hände streckte er segnend 
Über Land und Meer; 
Und als ein Herz in der Brust 
Trug er die Sonne, 
Die rote, flammende Sonne, 
Und das rote, flammende Sonnenherz 
Goß seine Gnadenstrahlen 
Und sein holdes, liebseliges Licht, 
Erleuchtend und wärmend, 
Über Land und Meer. 
 
Glockenklänge zogen feierlich 
Hin und her, zogen wie Schwäne 
An Rosenbändern, das gleitende Schiff, 
Und zogen es spielend ans grüne Ufer, 
Wo Menschen wohnen, in hochgetürmter, 
Ragender Stadt. 
 
O Friedenswunder! Wie still die Stadt! 
Es ruhte das dumpfe Geräusch 
Der schwatzenden, schwülen Gewerbe, 
Und durch die reinen, hallenden Straßen 
Wandelten Menschen, weißgekleidete, 
Palmzweigtragende, 
Und wo sich zwei begegneten, 
Sahn sie sich an, verständnisinnig, 
Und schauernd, in Liebe und süßer Entsagung, 
Küßten sie sich auf die Stirne, 
Und schauten hinauf 
Nach des Heilands Sonnenherzen, 
Das freudig versöhnend sein rotes Blut 
Hinunterstrahlte, 
Und dreimalselig sprachen sie: 
"Gelobt sei Jesu Christ!"

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Peace
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
   High in heaven stood the sun,
         Surrounded by white clouds,
         The sea was salm;
   And I lay musing on the helm of the ship,
   Dreamily musing, and, half-awake,
   Half asleep, I saw Christ,
         The Saviour of the world.
   In waving white raiment
         He strode gigantically tall
               Over land and sea.
         His head touched heaven,
         He spread his hands in benediction
               Over land and sea;
         And for a heart in his bosom
               He bore the sun,
               The red fiery sun,
         And the red, fiery sun-heart
         Showered its beams of grace,
         And its pure love-bestowing light,
         That illumines and warms
               Over land and sea. 

         Peals of festal bells drew hither and thither,
            As swans might draw by chains of roses
               The smooth-gliding vessel,
         And sportively drew it to the verdant banks
         Where folk dwelt in a lofty-towered
               Overhanging town.

Oh miracle of peace! How quiet was the town!
Hushed was the dull murmur of chattering, sweltering Trade.
   And through the clean, resounding streets,
      Walked people clad in white,
         Bearing branches of palm.
   And when two such would meet,
      They looked at each other with ardent sympathy
      And, trembling with love and self denial,
            Kissed each other's brow,
            And glanced upward
      Towards the sun-heart of the Savior,
   Which in glad propitiation irradiated downward
            Its crimson blood;
      And thrice they exclaimed,
               "Praised be Jesus Christ!"

Note: the text concludes as follows - but might not be based on Heine:
Couldst thou have conceived this vision,
   What wouldst thou have given,
      Most dearly belovèd, --
Thou who art so weak in body and mind,
      And so strong in faith!
Thou who so singly honorest the Trinity,
Who kissest daily the pug and the reins and the paws
      Of thy lofty protectress,
And hastenest with canting devotion
To the Aulic councilor and to the councilor of justice,
   And at last to the council of the Realm
      In the pious city,
Where sand and faith flourish,
And the long-suffering waters of the sacred Spree
   Purify souls and dilute tea,
Couldst thou have conceived this vision
         Most dearly belovèd,
Thou hadst borne it to the lofty minnows of the market place,
With thy pale blinking countenance,
   Rapt with piety and humility;
      And their high mightinesses
   Ravished and trembling with exstacy,
   Would have fallen praying with thee on their knees,
         And their eyes glowing with beautitude,
      Would have promised thee an increase of salary,
         Of a hundred thalers Prussion currency.
   And thou wouldst have stammered with folded hands,
               "Praised by Jesus Christ!" 	

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