Was ist Lieb? Ein Tag des Mayen
Language: German (Deutsch)
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Was ist Lieb? Ein Tag des Mayen,
Der im goldnem Glanz erwacht;
Hell auf froher Schäfer Reihen
Vom entwölkten Himmel lacht.
Flöten locken zu den Tänzen
Der vergnügten Mädchen Schaar;
Blumen sammeln sie zu Kränzen,
Schmücken ihrer Schäfer Haar.
Schnell verdüstert über ihnen
Sich der schwülen Sonne Blick;
Schrecken blickt aus ihren Mienen,
Schüchtern eilen sie zurück.
Regengüsse strömen nieder;
Blum' und Wiesen sind verheert;
Und der [frommen Freude Lieder]1
Sind in Trauerton verkehrt. --
Schau! der Friedensboge stralet
Ins erschrockne Thal herab;
Schau! der Hoffnung Freude malet
Sich auf allen Wangen ab. --
Gib, o Gott der frommen Liebe,
Uns ein ruhiges Gemüth,
Das durch Wolken, schwarz und trübe,
Ins Gefild der Hofnung [sic] sieht!
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Confirmed with Johann Martin Miller, Siegwart. Eine Klostergeschichte, Faksimiledruck nach der Ausgabe von 1776, mit einem Nachwort von Alain Faure, Erster Band, Stuttgart: J.B. Metzlersche Verlagsbuchhandlung, 1971, pages 406-407
1 Türk: "Frommen Freudenlieder"
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What is love? A day of Maytime
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
What is love? A day of Maytime
That wakens in a golden radiance;
[That] brightly laughs down upon the dances
Of happy shepherds from a cloudless sky.
To the dances flutes entice
The throng of blithe maidens;
They gather flowers for wreaths,
[And] adorn the hair of their shepherds.
Quickly over them the humid sun's
Gaze is darkened;
Their faces show how startled they are,
Faint-hearted they hurry back.
Rain streams down;
Flowers and meadow are ravaged;
And the [songs of pious joy]1
Are transformed into tones of mourning. --
See! the arc of peace shines
Down into the startled valley;
See! the joy of hope is reflected
Upon all cheeks. --
Give us, oh God of pious love,
A quiet spirit
That gazes through clouds, black and dour,
Into the meadows of hope!
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1 Türk: "songs of joy sung by the pious"
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