Translated by Unknown - The Knight of Toggenburg (translation) lyrics

"Knight, a true-felt Sister's love Owns my heart for you; Ask me for no other love, It pains me when you do. "Calmly can I see you here; Calm your going see; And your silent bursting tear But bewilders me." And he hears with woe supprest; — Tears him thence by force; — Clasps her wildly to his breast; — Leaps upon his horse. Sends to all his men of war In the Switzers' land; To the Holy Grave they fare, They, the Red Cross band. There are mighty actions done; There his arm is strong; There their crests are ever shown 'Mid the foremost throng. And the Toggenburgher's name Frights each Moslem chief: Yet his woe is still the same, Nor can find relief. Now a painful year is over, He no more can bear; Rest nor peace can he discover. And he leaves the war: Sees a ship on Joppa's strand, With its swelling sails; Hies him to the much-lov'd land Where she breathes the gales. There at her tall Castle's bounds Does the Pilgrim knock; — Opes the door; — the answer sounds Like the thunder's shock: "She you seek the veil now wears. Is the Bride of Heaven; Yesterday with pomp and prayers She to God was given." Then he leaves, for aye and ever. Towers, his father's pride; At his weapons looks he never, Nor his courser tried. Down the Toggenburg's high stair Goes unmarkt, unknown; Sordid weeds and cloth of hair Round his body thrown. And he builds him soon a shed Near that spot on earth, Where, in limes embowered, Look'd her Convent forth. Waiting there from morning's rays Till the eve came on, — Silent hope in straining gaze, — There he sat alone. Lookt across the cloister's grove, Stedfast, long, and hard, To the window of his love, Till the casement jarr'd; Till the lovely form was shown ; — Till the dear-loved face Bent into the valley down, Mild, with angel grace. Then he laid him down to rest, Slept consoled, and fain Hoped the morrow might be blest With her look again. Thus he sat for days and years On the rock so hard, Waiting with no plaints or tears, Till the window jarr'd ; — Till the lovely form was shown; — Till the dear-loved face Bent into the valley down, Mild, with angel grace. And one morn, in that same place. Sat a corpse all chill, With its pale and stiffened face Towards that window still.