Ein niederdeutsches Gedicht · A Low Saxon (Low German) Poem
Für seinen verstorbenen Bruder · For his late brother
Klaus Groth, Quickborn, 1856 · English:
Reinhard F. Hahn
Song
Excerpt: Hannes Wader
Plattdeutsche Lieder
He
told me so much,
and I said nothing. No.
And all that I said was
“Jehann, I must go!”
He
told me of love,
things above and below.
He told me of so much ...
I no longer know.
He
told me so much,
and I said nothing. No.
And all that I said was
“Jehann, I must go!”
He
kept holding my hands,
and he pleaded a lot,
And he asked that I love him,
and would I or not.
No,
I wasn’t annoyed,
but I said nothing. No.
And all that I said was
“Jehann, I must go!”
Here
I’m sitting and thinking
and think day by day
What I should have said was
“Jehann, sure, I’ll stay.”
Yet,
could I go back
I would say nothing. No.
If he clung to me I’d say,
“Jehann, I must go!”