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Lasker-Schüler, Else: My people (Mein Volk in English)

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Mein Volk (German)

Der Fels wird morsch,

Dem ich entspringe

Und meine Gotteslieder singe…

Jäh stürz ich vom Weg

Und riesele ganz in mir

Fernab, allein über Klagegestein

Dem Meer zu.


Hab mich so abgeströmt

Von meines Blutes


Und immer, immer noch der Widerhall

In mir,

Wenn schauerlich gen Ost

Das morsche Felsgebein,

Mein Volk,

Zu Gott schreit.

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My people (English)

The rock is crumbling

From which I arise

And sing my songs of God…

Suddenly I plunge from the path

and deep within stream

over wailing-stone

alone to the sea.


I have washed so far

from the ferment

of my blood.

And still, within me,

echoes the sound

when, -shuddering eastward-,

the crumbling rock-bones,

of my People

cry out to God.

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