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Was wagte Liebe nicht

Language: German (Deutsch) after the Scottish (Scots)

Was wagte Liebe nicht
In alt und neuer Zeit?
Wo schlägt ein Herz, dem nicht
Die Liebe Muth verleiht?
Ich geh den klaren Bach entlang
In stiller Einsamkeit,
Und pflücke mir ein Sträußchen
Für meine holde Maid.

Die Primel pflück' ich dort
Im sammtnen Frühlingskleid,
Und auch die Nelke mir,
Die süßen Duft verstreut.
Der Nelke gleicht mein Liebchen selbst,
Das Leib und Seel' erfreut;
Ein Sträußchen will ich pflücken
Für meine holde Maid.

Die Rose pflück' ich mir
In Thaues Herrlichkeit,
Wie Liebchens Lippe keusch,
Durch Frevler nie entweiht.
Und würzge Hyazinthe, blau
Wie die Beständigkeit -
Und allesammt zum Sträußchen
Für meine holde Maid.

Der Lilie Glanz ist rein
Und leuchtet fern und weit:
Sie schirm' - ein Talisman -
Den Busen ihr vor Leid!
Und du auch, Veilchen, schmiege dich,
Bild ihrer Sittsamkeit,
Mit reichem Duft in's Sträußchen
Der vielgeliebten Maid!

Noch eine Blume fehlt:
Dann halte dich bereit! -
Die Silberblüthe dort,
Die mir der Weißdorn beut. -
Bangt, Vöglein, nicht im warmen Nest:
Ich thu' euch nichts zu Leid'! -
Und nun - nun wandre, Sträußchen,
Zu meiner holden Maid!

Translation(s): ENG

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Confirmed with Robert Burns' Gedichte, deutsch von W. Gerhard, Mit des Dichters Leben und erläuternden Bemerkungen, Leipzig, 1840, pages 181-182.

Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator]


Based on
  • a text in Scottish (Scots) by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "The posie" FRE
      • This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Joseph Haydn. Go to the text.

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 (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Text added to the website: 2015-05-04 00:00:00.

Last modified: 2019-02-02 16:55:05

Line count: 40
Word count: 185

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What all does love not dare

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

What all does love not dare
In olden and new times?
Where beats a heart that does not
Receive courage from love?
I walk beside the clear brook
In quiet solitude,
And pick a nosegay
For my lovely maiden.

I pick the primrose there
In its velvety spring gown,
And also the carnation
That spreads sweet fragrance.
The carnation is like my beloved,
Who delights body and soul;
I wish to pick a nosegay
For my lovely maiden.

I pick the rose
In the glory of the dew,
Chaste like the lips of my beloved,
Never sullied by malefactors.
And spicy hyacinth, blue
As constancy -
And all of them for a nosegay
For my lovely maiden.

The radiance of the lily is pure
And shines far and wide:
May it protect - a talisman -
Her bosom from sorrow!
And you too, violet, image of her modesty,
With your rich scent, nestle into the nosegay
Of the much-loved maiden!

One flower is still missing:
Then hold yourself at the ready! -
The silvery blossom yonder
That the white hawthorn offers me. - 
Birdlets, do not be fearful in your warm nest:
I shall do nothing to harm you! -
And now - now off you go, nosegay,
To my lovely maiden!

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About the headline (FAQ)

Translations of title(s):
"Das Sträußchen" = "The nosegay"
"Was wagte Liebe nicht" = "What all does love not dare"


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Based on
Based on
  • a text in Scottish (Scots) by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "The posie" FRE
      • This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Joseph Haydn. Go to the text.


Text added to the website: 2017-10-14 00:00:00.

Last modified: 2017-10-14 13:05:54

Line count: 39
Word count: 212