가을날

가을날 

 

                        라이나 마리아 릴케 

 

이번 여름은 참으로 분주 했습니다.

주님,

지금은 해시계에 그림자를 드리워 주시고

벌판에 바람도 풀어놓아 주실 때가 되었습니다.  

 

마지막 열매까지도 풍성한 결실을 명해 주시고 ;

이틀이라도 햇볕을 더 내리시어

좋은 포도주를 위해

마지막 한 방울의 감미로움까지도

스며들게 하시고,

채워주소서.  

 

지금 집 없는 사람은,

머물 곳이 없는 데로

지금 혼자인 사람들은,

마냥 그렇게 외롭게 남겨질 것이니,

낙엽이 뒹구는 계절에는

관조(觀照)하며, 독서하며, 긴 편지를 쓰며

그리고는

정처 없이 이 거리 저 거리를

낙엽처럼 해매일 것입니다. 

 

 

 

 Fall Day

Rainer Maria Rilke 

 

 

Lord, it is time. This was a very big summer.

Lay your shadows over the sundial,

and let the winds loose on the fields.   

 

Command the last fruits to be full;

give them two more sunny days,

urge them on to fulfillment and throw

the last sweetness into the heavy wine.   

 

Who has no house now, will never build one.

Whoever is alone now, will long remain so,

Will watch, read, write long letters

and will wander in the streets, here and there

restlessly, when the leaves blow.   

 

Rainer Maria Rilke 

 

 

Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 – 1926) is generally considered the German language's greatest 20th century poet. His haunting images tend to focus on the problems of Christianity in an age of disbelief, solitude, and profound anxiety, themes that sometimes place him in the school of modernist poets.  

 

He wrote in both verse and a highly lyrical prose. His two most famous verse pieces are the Sonnets to Orpheus and the Duino Elegies; his two most famous prose pieces are the Letters to a Young Poet and the semi-autobiographical Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge. He also wrote more than 400 poems in French, dedicated to his homeland of choice, the canton de Valais in Switzerland. 

 

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia 

 

 

Herbsttag <독일어 원문> 

 

- Rainer Maria Rilke

Herr: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr gross.

Leg's deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren,

Und auf den Fluren lass die Winde los. 

 

Befiel den letzen Fruichten voll zu sein;

gib ihnen noch zwei suidlichere Tage,

draenger sie Vollendung hin und jage

die letzte Sisse in den schweren Wein. 

 

Wer letzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr.

Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben,

wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben

und wird in den Alleen hin und her

unruhig wandern, wenn die Blaetter treiben.