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
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Hesä mi so vel,
un ik sä em keen Wort,
Un all wat ik sä, weer:
Jehann, ik mutt fort!
He told me so much,
and I said nothing. No.
And all that I said was
“Jehann, I must go!”
Hesä mi
vun Lev
un vun Himmel
un Eer, Hesä mi
vun allens –
ik weet ni mal mehr!
He told me of love,
things above and below.
He told me of so much ...
I no longer know.
Hesä mi
so vel,
un ik säem keen
Wort,
Un all wat ik sä,
weer:
Jehann, ik mutt fort!
He told me so much,
and I said nothing. No.
And all that I said was |
“Jehann, I must go!”
Heheel mi de Hann’,
un hebe mi
so dull,
Ik schullem doch gut wen,
un ob ik ni wull?
He kept holding my hands,
and he pleaded a lot,
And he asked that I love him,
and would I or not.
Ik weer je ni bös,
awer sä doch
keen Wort,
Un all wat ik sä, weer:
Jehann, ik mutt fort!
No, I wasn’t annoyed,
but I said nothing. No.
And all that I said was
“Jehann, I must go!”
Nu sitt ik un denk,
un denk jümmer
deran, Mi düch, ik mussseggthebbn: Wa geern, mi Jehann!
Here I’m sitting and thinking
and think day by day
What I should have said was
“Jehann, sure, I’ll stay.”
Un doch, kumt dat wedder,
so segg ik keen Wort,
Un hollthe mi, segg ik:
Jehann, ik mutt fort!
Yet, could I go back
I would say nothing. No.
If he clung to me I’d say,
“Jehann, I must go!”
