To my homeland | Homeland, refuge of the homeless one

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by Hans Heinrich Ehrler (1872 - 1951)

Translation © by Sharon Krebs

An die Heimat

Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: ENG

Heimat, Schoß des Heimeslosen,
Wiege dem verlornen Sohn,
Ach es duften deine Rosen,
Ihm der lange schon lief davon.

Einen Bruder um den andern
Treibt der Blutgang in die Welt,
Holt der Zweite ein beim Wandern
Jenen der ins Dunkel fällt.

Confirmed with Hans Heinrich Ehrler, Gesicht und Antlitz: Neue Gedichte, Gotha: Leopold Klotz Verlag, 1928, page 14.

Text Authorship:

by Hans Heinrich Ehrler (1872 - 1951), "An die Heimat", appears in Gesicht und Antlitz: Neue Gedichte [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

by Hermann Reutter (1900 - 1985), "An die Heimat", op. 65 no. 5, published 1948, from Ehrler-Zyklus II, no. 5 [sung text not yet checked]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "To my homeland", copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website: 2022-09-19
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To my homeland

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

Homeland, refuge of the homeless one,
Cradle of the prodigal son,
Ah, your roses are still scented
For him who ran off long ago.

One brother after another
Is driven out into the world by the sword,
As he wanders, the second one
Catches up to him who falls into darkness.

Text Authorship:

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Based on:

a text in German (Deutsch) by Hans Heinrich Ehrler (1872 - 1951), "An die Heimat", appears in Gesicht und Antlitz: Neue Gedichte
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This text was added to the website: 2022-10-23
Line count: 8
Word count: 51