If I'd be mountain... (so the dale had sighed).
If I'd be mountain... great, divinely so,
To look from the neighbourhood of stars
And see a great world as it lies below.
That happy mountain, there he rules,
From his high throne which was with glory found,
Swirling clouds which pay homage to him,
Resemble smoke of incense blown around.
The first rays of the rising sun create,
And place a golden crown upon his brow,
Those at sunset weave a cloak for him,
That with their purple, they in turn endow.
Oh, if I'd be mountain! But I must live
My life in dimness, must forever hide,
Not even neighbours can I see from here,
Nor can the neighbours see where I reside.
If I'd be dale! (that's what the mountain sighed).
If I'd be dale! Austere this, I attest,
This altitude and all the glory,
Which causes all this envy from the rest.
I'm the one the sun's first rays are found by,
The final ones, they shower me with gold,
And yet I am forever barren,
And yet I am forever freezing cold.
Butterfly, dew and nightingale, flowers...
In vain I call, I'm not their love's delight,
Dallying breezes in lands below,
turns into raging storm upon the height.
If I'd be dale, I'd gladly live below,
Hidden from what the great big world can bring,
And exchange from time to time my bliss,
For the dear creatures of the lovely spring!