Viessman Vitola Trimatick / brûleur en dérangement

How you found my blog I do not know. You did. So be it. So be it also that I provide for you a trsilaatnon of Heine's Schoene Wiege meiner Leiden . It is a rendition by the late Gifted Knight , R R Garran who translated Heine's Book of Songs in 1924. He was a true poet and wordsmith who, in my opinion, reflects well, even today, on the words and feelings of the creator:Lovely cradle of my sorrow,Lovely tomb of all my peace,Lovely town, we part ere morrowSo farewell to thee and these.Fare thee well, thou hallow'd portal,Where have trod my darling's feet;Fare thee well thou place immortalWhere I first beheld her sweet.Would that I had seen thee never,Beauty's self and my heart's queen!Peradventure, then, for everI had not unhappy been.Ne'er would I thy heart's blood riot,Never did I ask thy love;All I ask'd-to live in quietNear thee, where thy breath might move.But thou driv'st me thence unkindly,Bitter words thy mouth doth speak;Frenzy stirs my senses blindly,And my heart is sore and weak.And my limbs, all worn and weary,On my pilgrim staff I stay,Till my tired head, my dearie,Far in a cool grave I lay.