English translations of Drei Lieder, opus 2
by Albert Levinsohn (d. c1907)
Ich lieb' eine Blume, doch weiß ich nicht welche; Das macht mir Schmerz. Ich schau' in alle Blumenkelche Und such' ein Herz. Es duften die Blumen im Abendscheine, Die Nachtigall schlägt. Ich such' ein Herz, so schön wie das meine, So schön bewegt. Die Nachtigall schlägt, und ich verstehe Den süßen Gesang: Uns beiden ist so bang' und wehe, So weh und bang.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Neuer Frühling, no. 4
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I love a flower, if 'tis requited, I know not, that gives me pain. I look into all flower-blooms and seek a heart. Flowers are fragrant in the evening-light; the nightingale sings, I search for a heart, as beautiful as mine, that moves as beautifully. The nightingale sings, and I understand the sweet song: we're both so anxious and sad, so sad and anxious.
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In dem Walde sprießt und grünt es Fast jüngfräulich lustbeklommen; Doch die Sonne [lacht]1 herunter: Junger Frühling, sei willkommen! Nachtigall! auch dich schon hör' ich, Wie du flötest selig trübe Schluchzend langgezogne Töne, Und dein Lied ist lauter Liebe!
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Neuer Frühling, no. 2
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View original text (without footnotes)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 240.
1 Hohfeld: "scheint"In the forest it blooms and greens almost virginally full of desire; yet the sun laughs down: young Spring, welcome! Nightingale, I already hear how you sing, blissfully sad, long, sobbing tones, and your song is pure love!
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