The Saterlied ( Sater Frisian : Seelter Läid ) is the regional anthem of Saterland in East Friesland . It was probably written in the Sater Frisian language in the 1920s by the vicar Wilhelm Schulte. It is sung to the melody of brothers encamped in a circle . It was also very popular with Sater Frisian emigrants in the USA.
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Läid
Ljude rakt et fuul un Lounde,
Do ap Goddes Wareld stounde.
One weighs deer wäil uur Seelter,
Un uur't litje Seelterlound?
Seelter jeelde aal as Brure,
Achtje, hälpe een de ure.
Träf 'se sik uk in de Framde,
Hat et fluks: “How sunt ja early”.
Ene Sproake un ann Glowe
Un dät trjoue Haat, do dwo,
Det wie uus am ljoosten säike
Sälskup bie dät aine Foulk.
Seelterlound, det druuch mien Wäse,
Deer wol iek begreeuwen läse,
Wier uk al min Baab 'un Bääsje
Sund truch't Äidenlieuend geen.
Huus, we play like as Bäid'ne
Dät Ferstopjen in de Häid'ne,
Tikken, Räiden, Pingelpangel,
Kuud iek die ferjete wäil?
Seelterlound, you läist ousleten,
Fon de Wareld gans ferjeten.
Man din Faan häd uus uk heelden
Fräi fon Fäinde, Kriech un Nood.
Seelter, how would you have raked
Dan uus Lound häd sik ächt maked.
Häd et uus daach riekelk läwerd
Fjuur un Water un sääd Brood.
How sund luter een Lounds Loundjer,
Schäddeler, Romelster un Utändjer,
Un wie tanke een un't sälge:
"Seelterlound, dät lieuje hooch!"
Sater song
There are many people and countries that
stand on God's earth,
But what is going on about Sater,
About little Saterland?
Sater are all considered brothers,
eighth, all help one another.
If they meet in the distance,
it means: “We are friends.”
One language and one faith
And the loyal heart,
that we prefer to seek
company with our own people.
Saterland, that carried my cradle,
There I want to lie buried,
Where my father and grandfather have already
gone through earth life.
House where we played as children.
Hiding in the barn,
games of traps, puzzles, children's games, could
I ever forget you?
Saterland, you are locked,
completely forgotten by the world.
But your moor has also kept us
free from enemies, war and hardship.
Sater, we met it well here,
because our country made itself real.
It has given us plenty,
fire and water and enough bread.
We are one country people, Scharreler , Ramsloher and Utendjer,
and we always think one thing :
"Saterland, live high!"
Individual evidence
↑ a b Hanne Klöver: Searching for traces in Saterland. A reader on the history of a community of Frisian origin in the Oldenburger Land. Soltau-Kurier, Norden 1998, ISBN 3-928327-31-3 , p. 280
