Segen der Nacht

Georg Kafka‎
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OriginalTraduzione inglese di Gershon Kingsley da ‎‎Voices From The Shadow.‎

Ich bin, Geliebte, Gottes schmaler Spiegel, ‎
In den er blickt, eh' er zur Ruhe geht. ‎
Mein Herz ist seines Ringes rotes Siegel, ‎
Das er dem Abend aufprägt, eh' er ganz verweht. ‎
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Ich bin, Geliebte, Gottes Silberschale, ‎
Aus der er oft des Schlummers Rotwein trinkt, ‎
Von deren tiefem Grunde wie aus einem Tale ‎
Des bleichen Monds das Lied der Schwermut klingt. ‎
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Ich war, Geliebte, Gottes stummer Spiegel. ‎
Nun sing ich in der Ferne leise Lieder ‎
Zur Laute dir, wenn rings die Sterne steigen. ‎
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Mein Herz war Gottes abendrotes Siegel. ‎
Nun spricht er zu mir aus der Sterne Schweigen: ‎
‎“in meinem Garten sehet ihr euch wieder...” ‎


I am, beloved, God’s small mirror
into which He glances at the end of the day.‎
My heart is His red signet ring
that He stamps upon the evening before it wafts away.‎

I am, beloved, God’s silver chalice
from which He often drinks the ruby wine of sleep.‎
From its depths, as from a valley on the pale moon,‎
resounds a melancholy song, so sad, so deep.‎

I once was, beloved, God’s silent mirror;‎
now, from far away, I sing soft lute songs to you
as all the stars ascend.‎

My heart was once God’s sunset-red seal;‎
Now He speaks to me from the silence of the stars:‎
‎“In my garden you shall meet again ...”‎

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