b-sandfox:I had much to say to him, for whatever poets thinkOr sing about is addressed mainly to him
b-sandfox:I had much to say to him, for whatever poets thinkOr sing about is addressed mainly to him and his angels.I asked him for much, out of love to the Fatherland,So the Spirit wouldn't suddenly fall upon us unbidden.I prayed much for you too, my landspeople, who have caresInside the Fatherland: to whom holy gratitude, smiling, bringsBack the exiles. At the same time the lake rocked my boat,And the steersman sat quietly and approved our journey.Far on the lake's surface joyous waves surged under the sails,And now the city rises brightly in the early morning,And our boat came well guided from the shaded AlpsTo rest in the harbor. Here the shore is warmAnd the open valleys are friendly, brightened byBeautiful pathways, flourishing and shining toward me.Gardens lie round about, bright buds open, the song of birdsWelcomes the wanderer. Everything seems familiar;Even people passing by greet each other as if they wereFriends, and every face appears like kin. -- source link