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The Hunter

What, then, does the hunter seek here by the stream?
Remain, haughty hunter, in your own territory!
Here there’s no game for you to hunt;
Here dwells only a doe, a tame one, for me.
And if you wish to see the tender doe,
Then leave your guns in the woods,
And leave your barking dogs at home,
And stop the horn from hooting and tooting,
And shave from your chin that shaggy hair;
Or you’ll frighten the doe in her garden.

Better yet, stay in the forest
And leave the mills and the miller in peace!
What use are fish among the green branches?
What would the squirrel want in a blue pond?

So haughty hunter, remain in the wood,
And leave me with my three wheels alone!
And if you’d be liked by my sweetheart,
Then know, my friend, what troubles her heart:
The boars, they come at night from the grove
And break into her cabbage-garden
And trample and wallow around in the field.
The boars - shoot them, you big bold hunter!