You are driven away from place to place

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by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)

Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Es treibt dich fort von Ort zu Ort

Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: CHI ENG ENG

  Es treibt dich fort von Ort zu Ort,
Du weißt nicht mal warum;
Im Winde klingt ein sanftes Wort,
Schaust dich verwundert um.

  Die Liebe, die dahinten blieb,
Sie ruft dich sanft zurück:
"O komm zurück, ich hab dich lieb,
Du bist mein einz'ges Glück!"

  Doch weiter, weiter, sonder Rast,
Du darfst nicht stille stehn;
Was du so sehr geliebet hast,
Sollst du nicht wiedersehn.

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Confirmed with: Heinrich Heine’s sämtliche Werke in vier Bänden, herausgegeben von Otto F. Lachmann, Erster Band, Leipzig: Druck und Verlag von Philipp Reclam jun, [1887], page 295.

Text Authorship:

by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Verschiedene, in In der Fremde, no. 1 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]

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You are driven away from place to place

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Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

  You are driven away from place to place,
You do not even know why;
In the wind there chimes a gentle word,
You look back, astonished.

  The beloved that remained behind,
She calls you gently back:
"Oh come back, I love you,
You are my sole happiness!"

  But onward, onward without rest,
You may not stand still;
That which you loved so much,
That you shall not see again.

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Translations of title(s):
"Abschied" = "Farewell"
"Abschied: Duett" = "Farewell: duet"
"Der Abschied" = "The farewell"
"Der Wanderer" = "The wanderer"
"Es treibt dich fort" = "You are driven away"
"Es treibt dich fort von Ort zu Ort" = "You are driven away from place to place"
"Es treibt mich fort" = "I am driven away"
"In der Fremde" = "In foreign places"

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a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Verschiedene, in In der Fremde, no. 1
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