Hartmut Hecker : Evening fantasy

Accompanying music to Hölderlin's poem

Evening fantasy
Sitting quietly in the shade in front of his hut
The plowman, the frugal, smokes his hearth.
Hospitable sounds to the hiker in the
The evening bell in peaceful villages.

The boatmen are now returning to the port,
In distant cities, the market happily noisy
Business noise; in a quiet arbor
The convivial meal shines for friends.

Where am I going? Long live mortals
Of wages and work; alternating in effort and tranquility
Everything is joyful; why is sleeping
Never the sting in my chest only?

Spring blooms in the evening sky;
The roses bloom innumerable and seem calm
The golden world; o there takes me
Purple clouds! and may up

Love and sorrow melt away in light and air! -
Yet, as if scared away by a foolish request, flee
The magic; it gets dark and lonely
Under the sky, as always, I am -

You come now, gentle slumber! too much desired
The heart; at last, youth! do you burn up
You restless, dreamy!
Old age is peaceful and cheerful.