Leg mir aufs Haar
Language: German (Deutsch)
Leg mir aufs Haar
Die Hand; schwer ist mein Haupt,
Was meine Jugend war,
Hast du geraubt.
Unwiederbringlich ist dahin
Der Jugend Glanz, der Freude Born,
Der mir so unerschöpflich golden schien,
Und überblieben Weh und Zorn
Und Nächte, Nächte ohne End,
In denen wild und fieberheiß
Der alten Liebeslüste Kreis
Mein waches Träumen wund durchrennt.
Nur noch in Stunden seltner Rast
Tritt manchmal meine Jugend her
Zu mir, ein scheuer, blasser Gast,
Und stöhnt, und macht das Herz mir schwer ...
Leg mir aufs Haar
Die Hand; schwer ist mein Haupt.
Was meine Jugend war,
Hast du geraubt.
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Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 10 Die Gedichte, bearbeitet von Peter Huber, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002, pages 92-93.
Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator] and Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]
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Pose ta main sur mes cheveux
Language: French (Français) after the German (Deutsch)
Pose ta main sur mes cheveux ;
Ma tête est lourde ?
Tu as volé
Ce qu'était ma jeunesse.
Disparu irrémédiablement
L'éclat de la jeunesse, la source de joie,
Qui me semblait si inépuisable,
Et il reste douleur et colère
Et des nuits, des nuits sans fin
Dans lesquelles, avec violence et fièvre,
La ronde de mes anciens plaisirs amoureux
Parcourt et blesse mon rêve éveillé.
Ce n'est plus qu'aux rares heures de repos
Que parfois se manifeste à moi ma jeunesse,
Hôte hagard et livide,
Qui gémit et me fait le cœur lourd ...
Pose ta main sur mes cheveux ;
Ma tête est lourde ?
Tu as volé
Ce qu'était ma jeunesse.
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