Translation by Karl Julius Körner (1793 - 1873)

The wild Gazelle
Language: English 
The wild Gazelle on Judah's hills,
Exulting yet may bound,
And drink from all the living rills
That gush on holy ground:
Its airy step and glorious eye
May glance in tameless transport by -- 

A step as fleet, an eye more bright,
Hath Judah witness'd there;
And o'er her scenes of lost delight
Inhabitants more fair,
The cedars wave on Lebanon,
But Judah's statelier maids are gone!

More blest each palm that shades those plains 
Than Israel's scatter'd race;
For taking root it there remains 
In solitary grace.
It cannot quit the place of birth, 
It will not live in other earth.

But we must wander witheningly,
In other lands ta die;
And where aun fathers' ashes be,
Our awn may never lie.
Our temple hath nat left a stone.
And mockery sits on Salem's throne.

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Klage der Heimathlosen
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the English 
Available translation(s): ENG
Wie noch die muntere Gazelle 
   Auf Juda's Bergen hüpft,
Noch trinkt aus jeder klaren Quelle,
   Die heil'ger Erd' entschlüpft;
Ihr helles Aug', ihr leichter Gang
Schweift noch in freyer Lust entlang! 

So leichten Gang und hell're Augen
   Sah einst Judäa dort;
Wo Geister todter Wonnen hauchen,
   War schön bewohnt der Ort!
Die Ceder Libanons ragt hehr,
Die schlankern Jungfraun sind nicht mehr!

Die Palm' ist glücklicher im Lande,
   Als Jakobs arm Geschlecht;
Denn wo sie schlug der Wurzel Bande,
   Bleibt ihr der Heimath Recht.
Wo sie erwuchs, da will sie stehn,
Und nicht zu [fremdem]1 Boden gehn!

Wir dürfen keine Heimath haben,
   Die [Fremde]2 gräbt uns ein;
Wo unsre Väter sind begraben,
   Darf unser Grab nicht seyn!
Vom Tempel -- nichts steht mehr davon,
Und Spötter nahmen Salem's Thron!

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Confirmed with Julius Körner (translator), Lord Byron’s Poesien, Erstes Bändchen, Zwickau: im Verlage der Gebrüder Schumann, 1821, pages 8-9

1 Marschner: "fremden"
2 Marschner: "fremde"

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