"An meiner Thüre du blühender Zweig
Frühe beim Morgenrothe,
Bist mir ein lieblicher Fingerzeig,
Sehnender Freundin Bote.

Tausendmal segn' ich den flüchtigen Fuß,
Der mit schüchternem Wagen
Dich als thaufrischen, wonnigen Gruß
Mir auf die Schwelle getragen.

Weiß ich es doch, als hätt' ich's gesehn,
Wer dich pflückte vom Strauche,
Wittre in deinem Dufte ein Wehn
Von ihres Mundes Hauche.

Und ein sinniger, seliger Mann,
Pflanz' ich dich auf am Hute,
Sehen mag dich, wer sehen kann,
Sehen die Hochgemuthe!" 

“At my door, you blossoming twig,
Early in the red of the dawn,
To me you are a lovely indication,
The messenger of my yearning beloved.

A thousand times I bless the fleet foot,
That with shy daring
Carried you as a dew-fresh, delightful greeting
[And placed you] upon my threshold.

I know it as if I had seen it happen,
Who picked you from the bush,
In your scent I discern a wafting
Of the breath of her mouth.

And a thoughtful, blessed man,
I plant you upon my hat,
Then may see you whoever can see,
See the joyful one!”

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• a text in German (Deutsch) by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Der Rattenfänger von Hameln: Eine Aventiure, first published 1876
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Translated titles:
"An meiner Thüre du blühender Zweig" = "Beside my door, you blossoming twig"
"Morgengruss" = "Morning greeting"

This text was added to the website: 2014-10-21
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Word count: 102

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Ich habe durchfahren das weite Land,
Durchfahren dahin, daher,
Und was allerwegen vom Glück ich fand,
Davon ist das Ränzel nicht schwer,
Die Blumen am Wege, am Himmel die Sterne,
Die Einen verwelkt, die Andern so ferne,
Mein Herz, in der Welt allein,
Wer denkt noch dein?

[ ... ]

I have travelled through the wide land,
Travelled hither and thither,
And what I found of happiness wherever I went,
My knapsack has not grown heavy with carrying it,
The flowers along the path, the stars in the heavens,
The former wilted, the latter so far away,
My heart, alone in the world,
Who still thinks of you?

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Translated titles:
"Die Schuhe geflickt" = "My shoes are patched"
"Wanderlied" = "Wandering song"
"Spielmannslied" = "Musician’s song"
"Abschied" = "Farewell"

¹ This is loosely translated word-play.

This text was added to the website: 2014-08-02
Line count: 40
Word count: 304

[Du]1 rote Rose auf grüner Heid',
Wer hieß dich blühn?
Du heißes Herz in tiefem Leid,
Was will dein Glühn?
Es braust der Sturm vom Berg herab,
Dich knickt er um;
Es gräbt die Liebe ein stilles Grab,
Du bist dann stumm.

Denk nicht an Tod, an Leben denk
In Lieb und Lust,
Dich selber wirf als dein Geschenk
An meine Brust.
Ich weiß es ja, daß du mich liebst
In Überfluß,
O Seligkeit! wenn du mir giebst
Den ersten Kuß.

Geschrieben steht am Sternenzelt,
Du wärest mein;
Was fragt die Liebe nach der Welt
Und ihrem Schein?
Um meinen Nacken schling den Arm,
Preß Mund auf Mund,
Ruhst anders nicht so süß und warm
Im weiten Rund.

Versink, vergiß im Wonnerausch
Der Erde Zeit,
Giebst für den Augenblick in Tausch
Die Ewigkeit.
Komm! daß du meine Sehnsucht stillst,
O Königin!
Und wenn du meine Seele willst,
So nimm sie hin!

[You]1 red rose upon the green heath,
Who commanded you to bloom?
You fervent heart in deep sorrow,
What do you hope to accomplish with your burning?
The storm is roaring down from the mountain,
It shall break you;
Love is digging a quiet grave,
Then you shall be mute.
 
Do not think of death, think of life
In love and delight,
As your gift for me, throw yourself
Upon my breast.
For I know that you love me
With overflowing heart,
Oh bliss! when you shall give to me
The first kiss.
 
It is written upon the firmament of the stars
That you are mine;
What does love care about the world
And its illusions?
Fling your arms about my neck,
Press lips to lips,
Nowhere else in the whole world could you rest
So sweetly and warmly.
 
Succumb to the intoxication of rapture, forget
Earthly time,
You would exchange eternity
For this single moment.
Come! to appease my yearning,
Oh Queen!
And if you desire my soul,
Then take it!

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Translated titles:
"Du rothe Ros' auf grüner Haid'" = "You red rose upon the green heath"
"Die rothe Ros' auf grüner Haid'" = "The red rose upon the green heath"
¹ Scherff: "The"; further changes may exist not noted.

This text was added to the website: 2015-03-04
Line count: 32
Word count: 173

Die Glocken läuten das Ostern ein
In allen Enden und Landen,
Und fromme Herzen jubeln darein:
Der Lenz ist wieder erstanden!
 
Es atmet der Wald, die Erde treibt
Und kleidet sich lachend mit Moose,
Und aus den schönen Augen reibt
Den Schlaf sich erwachend die Rose.
 
Das schaffende Licht, es flammt und kreist
Und sprengt die fesselnde Hülle;
Und über den Wassern schwebt der Geist
Unendlicher Liebesfülle.

The bells are ringing Easter in 
Everywhere and in all lands,
And pious hearts rejoice therein:
Spring has risen once more!

The forest breathes, the earth burgeons
And dresses itself laughingly with moss,
And the rose in wakening rubs
Sleep out of its beautiful eyes.

The creating light, it flames and circles
And bursts the constraining husk:
And above the waters there wafts the spirit
Of the infinite plenitude of love.

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• a text in German (Deutsch) by Adolf Böttger (1815 - 1870), "Osterlied"
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Translations of title(s):
"Die Glocken läuten" = "The bells are ringing"
"Die Glocken läuten das Ostern ein" = "The bells are ringing Easter in "
"Frühling" = "Springtime"
"Frühlingsgeläute" = "Springtime tolling"
"Osterlied" = "Easter song"
"Ostern" = "Easter"

This text was added to the website: 2022-03-03
Line count: 12
Word count: 71