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Bitt' ihn, o Mutter

Language: German (Deutsch) after the Spanish (Español)

Bitt' ihn, o Mutter,
bitte den Knaben,
nicht mehr zu zielen,
weil er mich tödtet.
Mutter, o Mutter,
die launische Liebe
höhnt und versöhnt mich,
flieht mich und zieht mich. 
Ich sah zwei Augen
am letzten Sonntag,
Wunder des Himmels,
Unheil der Erde. 
Was man sagt, o Mutter,
von Basilisken,
erfuhr mein Herze, [da]1
ich sie sah. 
Bitt' ihn, o Mutter,
bitte den Knaben,
nicht mehr zu zielen,
weil er mich tödtet.


Translation(s): ENG FRE

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Note: not all of the original text was translated to German by Heyse.
1 Weismann: "seit"

Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator]

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Laura Prichard) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Text added to the website: 2003-11-20.
Last modified: 2014-11-19 23:03:29
Line count: 20
Word count: 72

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Ask him, mother

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

Ask him, mother,
ask the boy,
to stop aiming [his arrows at me]
because it’s killing me.	
Mother, oh mother,
whimsical love
mocks and placates me,
escapes me and beckons me.
I saw two eyes
last Sunday,
wonder of the heavens,
mischief of earth.
What one says, oh mother,
about basilisks,
my heart discovered, when
I saw them.
Ask him, mother,
ask the boy,
to stop aiming [his arrows at me],
because it’s killing me.


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Translator's note for line 2: "the boy", i.e., Cupid.

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Text added to the website: 2016-02-08.
Last modified: 2016-02-08 10:42:39
Line count: 20
Word count: 75