We must part

We must part,

Beloved lute,

It is time to chase

After a far-off, longed-for goal.

I am off to battle,

Off to plunder;

And when I have my loot,

Then I shall fly home.

In the red gleam

I fly with her,

and my lance protects us,

and my steel armor here.

Come, dear weapons,

In jest so often donned:

Defend now my happiness

On this new road!

I throw myself into the waves,

I greet the glorious course;

Many have been dragged under,

But the brave swimmer remains on top.

Ha! What joy it is to spill

Noble blood!

To protect my happiness,

My precious property!

Not to suffer scorn,

Who lacks courage for that?

Let fall your reins,

Happy Night!

Spread your wings;

Over the far-off hills,

Upon us morning already smiles!