Poems / poetry / verse

The Song of the Bell

Walled up in the earth
Is the form, fired from clay.
Today must be the bell.
Fresh fellows, be at hand.
From the hot forehead
Gutters must sweat,
Should praise the work of the master,
But the blessing comes from above.

To work, that we prepare in earnest,
Behooves probably a serious word;
When accompanied by good banter,
Then goes to work cheerfully.
So let us now examine with diligence,
Which arises through the weak force,
The poor man must be despised,
The never considered what he is doing.
That's just what adorns the people
And for that he was the understanding,
That he spüret in the inner heart,
What he creates with his hand.

Take wood from the trunk of the fir,
But let it be quite dry,
That the pressed-flame
Propose to the Schwalch inside.
Cooks the copper brew,
Quickly bring the tin,
That the tough bell
Flowed to the right way.

What of the dam in deep pit
The hand with the aid fire builds
High on the tower belfry
Since there is evidence, according to one of us.
Take another's will in later days
And touch many people ear
And mourn with the grieving
And agree to the worship choir.
What deep below the earth son
The changing fate brings
The beats on the metallic crown,
It sounds more edifying.

I see white bubbles jump;
Cheers! The masses are in flux.
Let's ashes permeate salt,
This accelerates the cast.
Even purely from foams
Must be the mix
That from the pure metal
Clean and fully the voice may sound.

For with the festive sound of joy
She welcomes the beloved child
On the first swing of his life,
It begins to sleep in the arm;
He still rest in the womb of time
The black and the lighter lots,
The mother's tender love worries
Guarding his golden morning .-
The years flee and fetched.
From the girl pulls the boy proudly,
He storms into life wild,
Measures by the world at the walking stick.
Stranger, he returns home to the Father's house,
And glorious, in the pride of youth,
Like an apparition from the heights of heaven,
With modest, bashful cheeks
Does he see the young woman now on.
As conceived a nameless longing
The young man's heart, he wanders in confusion,
Break out in tears from his eyes,
He flees the wild brothers ranks.
Blushing, he follows in their footsteps
And is delighted by her greeting,
The most beautiful thing he looks in the hallways,
With which he adorns his love.
Oh! tender yearning, sweet hope,
The first love golden age,
The eye sees the heavens open,
It revels in the heart of happiness.
Oh! that they would remain forever green,
The good times of young love!

As the pipes are browning!
This little rod I have a dip,
Sehn's we seem glazed over,
Where's his time for the cast.
Now, quick!
I checked the mixture,
Whether the brittle and the soft
Is united to the good characters.

Because where austerity and tenderness,
Where Strong and mildness paired,
There is a good sound.
Look before you leap,
Whether the heart to heart!
The elation is short, remorse is long.
Lovely in the brides hair
Does the bridal wreath,
If the bright church bells
Load of the celebration shine.
Oh! beautiful celebration of life
Ends of life too,
With the belt, with the veil
Tear down the beautiful illusion in two.
The passion runs away!
Love must remain
The flower fades,
The fruit must drive.
The man must also
Into the hostile world,
Must work and strive
And create and plants,
Erlisten snatch,
Must dare to bet and
The hunt for happiness.
Since streams in the infinite gift
It is the memory filled with delicious effects,
The rooms grow, it will expand the house.
And inside reigns
The modest housewife,
The mother of the children,
And have dominion as
In the domestic circle,
And teach the girls
And forbid the boy,
And stirs without end
The busy hands
And multiply the profits
By ordering sense.
And fill with treasures the fragrant shop
And turn the whirring spindle the thread
And collects in the cleanly smoothed Shrine
The shimmering wool, the schneeigten Lein,
Adds to the good and the shine and shimmer,
And rests not.

And the father well amused
Gable of the house-seeing
Überzählet be blooming lucky
Sees of the posts projecting trees
And the barns filled spaces
And the memory of the blessing, curved
And the grain moving waves,
Boasts a proud mouth:
Firm as the earth ground
Against the might of misfortune
Linked to the house superb!
But with the powers of
If no ewger Federation weave,
And misfortune moves quickly.

Cheers! can now begin the cast,
Beautiful is the jagged break.
But before we can run it,
Pray for a godly verse!
Push out the plug!
Nothing of the house!
Smoking in an arc
Shoot's with fire-brown waves.

Wohtätig is the fire power,
If she tamed the man who guarded
And what he is, what he creates,
He thanked this heavenly power,
But dread the heaven force
If they are tighter clasp the ankle,
Associated impact on its own track
The free daughter of nature.
Alas, when it is released
Increase can withstand
The people's busy streets
Passed its enormous brand
Because the elements of hate
The work of human hands.
From the cloud
Swells the blessing
Flows of rain,
From the cloud, without choice,
Twitches of the beam!
Do you hear whining from high tower?
That is the storm!
Red like blood
If the sky,
That's not the heat of day!
Welch turmoil
Streets!
Steam is rising!
Flickering increases the pillar of fire
Through the streets a long line
It flies like the wind,
Boil for throat as out of oven
The sky glow, beam crack,
Post fall, rattling windows,
Children screaming, mothers are wrong,
Pets whimper
Under debris,
All rennet, rescues, escapes,
Has cleared the night as bright as day;
Due to the long chain of hands
A race
Flies the bucket, arching high
Sources inject water waves.
Howling, the storm,
Of the flame roaring investigated.
Crackling in the dry harvest
If it falls in the granary,
In the rafters dry trees,
And when they wanted in the labor
With continued momentum of the Earth
Tear in gewaltger flight,
Is it growing in the sky heights
Huge!
Hopeless
Should the man of strength divine,
Idle, he sees his work
And perish in admiration.

Empty Fired
Is the place
Wild storms rough bed,
In the empty window openings
Lives the horror
And watch the clouds of heaven
High inside.

A glance
After the grave
His property
Sends the man behind -
Attacks then happy to roam.
What fire rage hath robbed
A sweet consolation is left to him,
He counts the head of his beloved,
And look! he is not missing one.

In the Earth's is received,
Happy the form is filled,
Where's also nice to come to light
That it sees the hard work and art?
If the cast failed?
If the mold has cracked?
Oh! Perhaps while we hope,
Has already made us evil.

To the dark womb of sacred earth
Do we trust deed of the hands,
Trusts the sower's seed
And hopes that it may sprout
A blessing if heaven Council
Even more precious seed pose
We sorrow to the earth's womb
And hope that he made the coffins
To flourish to a better lot.

From the tower,
Difficult and fearful,
Tolls the bell
Grave vocals.
Sad its grief blows
A wanderer on his last journey.

Oh! is the wife's, the expensive,
Oh! It is the faithful mother,
The shadow of the black prince
Leads away from the arm of her husband,
From the tender flock of children,
The flowering they bore him,
She on her faithful breast
Grow mother looked with lust -
Oh! the house band of delicate
Are solved for ever,
Because she lives in the land of shadows,
The mother of the house was
Because it lacks faithful rule,
Their concern is no longer monitored,
In the orphaned site
If the stranger, void of love.

Until the bell cools off,
Let the heavy labor rest,
How making melody in the leaves of the bird,
May be good unto themselves.
Waves to the stars appear,
Free of all duty
Hears the vespers toll Bursch,
Master must always bother.

Sprightly his steps
Far in the wild forest of the wanderer
After the lovely cottage home.
Bleating draw
Home the sheep,
And the cattle
Breitgestirnte, smooth herds
Come roaring,
The usual stalls filling.
Heavily in
Reels the car,
Grain loading,
Of varied
On the sheaves
If the wreath,
And the young people of the reaper
Flies to the dance.
Street and market are silent,
To light the flame gesellge
Gather the residents,
And the creaking gate closes.
Black and are covered
The Earth,
But terrifies the citizens secure
Not the night,
The evil awakens horrible
After watching the eye of the law.

Holy order, beneficial
Daughter of heaven, the same thing
Freely and easily and joyfully ties,
The construction of the cities founded
The beginning of the fields
Called the ungesellgen savages
Entered in the human huts
You get used to gentle manners
And the most expensive of the gang
Wob, the instinct of country!

One thousand hands fleißge rain,
help each other in happy union,
And in fiery movement
If all the powers of art.
Master and apprentice is stirring
In the freedom of holy protection.
Each in his place
The scorner defiance.
Labor is the citizen ornament
Blessing is the reward for toil,
Honor the king's dignity,
Ehret us industriousness of hands.

Holder peace
Sweet harmony
Lingers lingers,
Friendly over this town!
May never be the day
Where hordes of rugged war
This quiet valley through rage,
Where the sky,
The soft red of the evening
Lovely painting,
From the villages, the towns
Wild fire radiates terrible!

Now I break up the building,
His intention has been fulfilled's,
That heart and eye may feast
At the wohlgelungnen image.
Swing the hammer, swing
Up jumps the mantle,
When the bell is to rise,
Must the form go to pieces.

The master may break the mold
By knowing hand, the right time,
But watch out when on fire streams
The glühnde ore freed himself!
Blind Rage with the roar of thunder
It shattered the broken house,
And as in maw of Hell
It spits out a stirring destruction;
Where brute force rules meaningless
There can not be developed structures,
If the people liberate themselves,
Can never thrive welfare.

Woe, if in the lap of the cities
The fire tinder heaped still,
The people, breaking its chains,
For self-help does terrible!
Then tears at the bell cords
The uproar that it resounds howling
And, only meant to peace sounds
The solution gives to violence.

Freedom and equality! you hear sound,
The ruhge citizen is to defend,
Fill the streets, the halls,
Strangles and bands are moving,

Women into hyenas
Make with horror joke
Yet quivering with the panther teeth,
They tear the enemy's heart.
Nothing is holy any longer to solve
All gang reverent awe,
The good gives room to bad,
And all vices freely.

Dangerous is he to wake the lion
Ruinous is the tiger tooth
However, the most terrible of horrors;
This is the man in his madness.
Woe to the eternally blind
The heavenly torch lend!
She does not radiate, they can only fire
And ashes towns and countries.

God has given me joy!
Behold! Like a golden star
From the sleeve, bright and even,
to peel the metal kernel.
From the helmet to the ring
Plays like the sun's glow,
Also nice flag signs
Praise the experienced builder.

Come in! in!
Comrades all, close the circle,
That we dedicate the bell thousand,
Concordia shall be your name,
To concord, to cordial harmony
Gather the loving community.

And this from now on her career,
Purpose of the master created them!
High above the lowly earth life
Should it in the blue sky
The neighbor of Thunder float
And adjacent to the world of stars,
Should be a voice from above,
As the stars bright host,
The praise their Creator walking
And lead the circle of the year.
Only eternal and serious things
Be consecrate her metal mouth
And every hour the swift wings
Touch it in flight time
The fate lend her tongue,
Even heartless, without compassion,
Accompany it with her swing
Of life changing play.
And as the sound fades away in the ear,
The powerful sounding their echoes,
They teach, that nothing lasts,
That all things earthly fades.

Now, with the power of the rope
The weight of the Glock out of my tomb,
That in the realm of sound
Increase in the air of heaven.
Go forth, pulls out,!
It moves, floats,
Joy of this city meant
Peace is their only bells.