Only a few huts stood in the valley,
many huge spruces in the forest.
There he went, heavy load on his back
once, after the huts once an old woman.
Packed with eggs, cheese and butter,
the acquisition of a sour week,
did she dare the path through the forest,
but she groans at her yoke.
And to strengthen the weary limbs
and rest the burning soles,
she sat down on a stone
exhausted to recover there.
The day was gloomy, all around deep peace,
dense damp fog on earth.
Then the old man's eyelashes fall,
she dreams of a fat flock of geese.
There's a huntsman roaming in the forest,
a young and happy blood,
he looked at the old woman as a stone and thought
it's good to rest here.
Not suspecting anything, since nothing is moving,
he sits down on the old woman and sings.
But these rudely awakened,
drew a frown of displeasure on his forehead.
The hunter, unsuspecting, was startled
and stammers an apology.
Indignant, the old woman spoke the word:
"Benn-eck-en-stein?"
Then it went through the jolly hunter's mind,
who didn't understand Low German.
He carried his experience to the huts
and the story was told...
Since then, so the legend goes, that's the name of the place
he lies nestled in the valley so fine
and you examine the hearts of those people there,
it speaks like this:
"Benn-eck-en-stein?"