Auf dem Hügel sitz ich spähend
I Sit on the Hill, Gazing

An die ferne Geliebte To the Distant Beloved


Sitting on the hillside, I look
Into the blue, haze-covered land
For the distant meadows
Where, my beloved, I first saw you.

Now I am far away,
Mountains and valleys part us,
Lie between us and our peace,
Our happiness and the pain we share.

Ah, you cannot see that urgent, glowing look
I send to find you,
And my sighs vanish
In the space that holds us apart.

Can nothing reach you,
Nothing serve as messenger of love?
I will sing, sing to you songs
That will express my woe.

For at the sound of song
Time and space disappear
And a loving heart achieves
What it holds most dear.