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Der Sieger

Language: German (Deutsch)

Anzuschauen das Turnei,
Saßen hundert Frauen droben;
Diese waren nur das Laub,
Meine Fürstin war die Rose.
Aufwärts blickt ich keck zu ihr,
Wie der Adler blickt zur Sonne.
Wie da meiner Wangen Glut
Das Visier durchbrennen wollte!
Wie des Herzens kühner Schlag
Schier den Panzer durchgebrochen!
Ihrer Blicke sanfter Schein
War in mir zu wildem Lodern,
Ihrer Rede mildes Wehn
War in mir zu Sturmestoben,
Sie, der schöne Maientag,
In mir zum Gewitter worden.
Unaufhaltbar brach ich los,
Sieghaft alles niederdonnernd.


Translation(s): FRE RUS

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  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title 1: "Le vainqueur", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Text added to the website: 2003-11-04.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:58
Line count: 18
Word count: 82

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Le vainqueur

Language: French (Français) after the German (Deutsch)

Regardant le tournoi,
Cent femmes étaient assises là-haut ;
Elles n'étaient que les frondaisons,
Ma maîtresse était la rose.
Je la regardais avec hardiesse,
Comme l'aigle regarde le soleil.
Mes joues étaient tant embrasées
Qu'elles auraient pu enflammer ma visière !
Et les hardis battements de mon cœur
Traversaient presque mon armure !
Le doux éclat de son regard
Allumait en moi un feu sauvage,
Le souffle de ses douces paroles
S'infiltrait en moi comme la tempête,
Ce beau jour de mai, elle
Est devenue un orage en moi.
Irrésistible, je fis tout éclater,
Victorieux dans un tonnerre destructeur.


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Text added to the website: 2009-01-08.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:03:03
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Word count: 99