Klingsor
01-20-2008, 11:47 AM
I've tried to translate one of my poems. Maybe I made some mistakes or chose words that a native speaker would not use in this context: Feel free to suggest improvements.
The Pilot
Who on earth has procured this job to me?
For filthy money I shovel sand into the nothingness
- nothingness! and in the end myself will disappear there.
But the payment is good.
Suddenly the old pilot is here again.
I should say: his ghost, because not long ago
he crashed down on the ground in his machine,
and breathed his last in a fireball.
Sooner or later that was bound to happen,
so reckless were his aerobatics in the sky:
Always with maximum speed.
Always with maximum risk.
And only a sneer
about those on the ground.
Now he stands there as an angel
and looks a bit silly in this togs.
But he is still the same man and says:
"Come on! Indeed, this guys up there
want me to be their errand-boy
(therefore this stupid disguise),
but let us pinch an aeroplane,
surely there is one standig about somewhere here,
and then let's get wild again, baby!"
I ask him, if he wouldn't have
other obligations now, and
that he should be no dare-devil any longer.
Tell him that he had lived much too risky
and had to learn from his death
to be more cautious and considering
safety first.
He looks sadly in my face, and then
he bursts out laughing.
The Pilot
Who on earth has procured this job to me?
For filthy money I shovel sand into the nothingness
- nothingness! and in the end myself will disappear there.
But the payment is good.
Suddenly the old pilot is here again.
I should say: his ghost, because not long ago
he crashed down on the ground in his machine,
and breathed his last in a fireball.
Sooner or later that was bound to happen,
so reckless were his aerobatics in the sky:
Always with maximum speed.
Always with maximum risk.
And only a sneer
about those on the ground.
Now he stands there as an angel
and looks a bit silly in this togs.
But he is still the same man and says:
"Come on! Indeed, this guys up there
want me to be their errand-boy
(therefore this stupid disguise),
but let us pinch an aeroplane,
surely there is one standig about somewhere here,
and then let's get wild again, baby!"
I ask him, if he wouldn't have
other obligations now, and
that he should be no dare-devil any longer.
Tell him that he had lived much too risky
and had to learn from his death
to be more cautious and considering
safety first.
He looks sadly in my face, and then
he bursts out laughing.