Veia digl Pader 08: Igl amprem de da tgatscha

Igl amprem de da tgatscha

El sto star, igl por catscheder vigl!

Torbel scu sies spievel è igl sies îgl;

scu sies fist cun croc el è strubo:

noua cun tramblez e strètg da flo?

Ved claveglia larma, trest e met,

larmas da ravetna, sies schluppe t!

En starsung rebatta no digls gods...

No cugl spievel!... Varda, vard'igls ots!

Tras en stgerp digls neivels romp'anetg

Ainten rom d'argent. Flammont vadretg...

Cotschens colms d'aton sur'gl univers:

o! sies paradies tg'è pers, tg'è pers!...

Fr. Alexander Lozza

The first day of hunting

The poor old hunter is left behind!

His glass is cloudy, and his gaze is even cloudier.

Like his stick's handle, he is bent

And trembles, struggles for breath when he rises

It drips from the shotgun on the wall

Rust-brown tears on the hunter's hand!

A shot from the distant forest falls over...

The telescope!.... Spy into the mountain world!

The clouds divide, and suddenly breaks

protruding, silver-plated, a glacier's light...

The mountains rise in autumn red:

oh! His dream world that he lost!...

Leza Uffer (Translation)