Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Ein Lied vor der Herrin
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Wie durch die Saiten fliegt mein Finger,
   Und Lieder strömen ohne Zahl,
   Denkt mancher hier beim Freudenmahl:
   "Ei Singer [sic]!
   Dir weckt die Liebessonne Schall;
   Verliebt nur schlägt so Nachtigall."
 
Du riethest recht in deinem Sinne,
   Wenn also du gerathen hast.
   Drum preise mein verständ'ger Gast,
   Die Minne!
   Die zieht so rein durch Sängerbrust,
   Darf bergen nicht die keusche Lust.
 
Ach wohl ist meine Liebessonne
   Mit hier in edler Frauen Reih'n,
   Und ahnt, ich meine sie allein -
   O Wonne!
   Zwei holde Lippen lächeln mild;
   Da schweigt das Lied, das Herze schwillt.

Confirmed with Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué, "Folko und Isula. Lieder eines Troubadours," Taschenbuch für das Jahr 1814. Der Liebe und Freundschaft gewidmet, herausgegeben von Dr. St. Schütze, Frankfurt am Mayn: bei Friedrich Wilman, [1814], page 99


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  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , title 1: "A song before my mistress", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Text added to the website: 2016-03-08 00:00:00
Last modified: 2016-03-08 16:35:36
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A song before my mistress
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
How my fingers fly through the strings,
   And songs without number stream forth;
   Many a person here at the joyful feast thinks:
   "Well, singer!
   The sun of love awakens sounds for you;
   Thus sings only the nightingale, lost in love."
 
You guessed well in your mind
   If you guessed thus.
   Therefore, my knowledgeable guest, praise
   Courtly love!
   It passes so purely through a singer’s breast,
   It cannot conceal the chaste passion.
 
Ah, truly the sun of my love
   Is here in the midst of noble women,
   And discerns that I mean her alone -
   Oh bliss!
   A pair of lovely lips smile gently;
   Then my song falls silent, my heart swells.

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Text added to the website: 2016-03-08 00:00:00
Last modified: 2016-03-08 16:35:51
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Word count: 111