An dem grünbeflognen Hang
Ist schon Veilchenblau erklungen,
Nur den schwarzen Wald entlang
Liegt noch Schnee in zackigen Zungen.
Tropfen aber schmilzt um Tropfen hin,
Aufgesogen von der durstigen Erde,
Und am blassen Himmel oben ziehn
Lämmerwolken in beglänzter Herde.
Finkenruf verliebt schmilzt im Gesträuch:
Menschen, singt auch ihr und liebet euch!
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Sur la pente éclaboussée de vert
Apparaît déjà le bleu des violettes ;
Seulement au bord de la forêt noire
S'étendent des langues pointues de neige.
Mais elle fond goutte à goutte,
Absorbée par la terre assoiffée,
Et par-dessus, dans le ciel sans éclat passent,
Des nuages, moutons d'un brillant troupeau.
L'appel du pinson amoureux sourd des buissons :
Humains, chantez aussi et aimez-vous !