The
day is not yet
alone, the fair is not over, the fair on the river-bank.
I
had feared that my time had been squandered and my last penny lost.
But
no, my brother, I have still something left. My fate has not cheated me
of everything.
The
selling and buying are over.
All
the dues on both sides have been gathered in, and it is time for me to
go home.
But,
gatekeeper, do you ask for your toll?
Do
not fear, I have still something left. My fate has not cheated me of
everything.
The
lull in the wind threatens storm, and the lowering clouds in the west
bode no good.
The
hushed water waits for the wind.
I
hurry to cross the river before the night overtakes me.
O
ferryman, you want your fee!
Yes,
brother, I have still something left. My fate has not cheated me of
everything.
In
the wayside under the tree sits the beggar. Alas, he looks at my face
with a timid hope!
He
thinks I am rich with the day's profit.
Yes,
brother, I have still something left. My fate has not cheated me for
everything.
The
night grows dark and the road lonely. Fireflies gleam among the leaves.
Who
are you that follow me with stealthy silent steps?
Ah,
I know, it is your desire to rob me of all my gains. I will not
disappoint you!
For
I still have something left, and my fate has not cheated me of
everything.
At
midnight I reach home. My hands are empty.
You
are waiting with anxious eyes at my door, sleepless and silent.
Like
a timorous bird you fly to my breast with eager love.
Ay,
ay, my God, much remains still. My fate has not cheated me of
everything.