by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
Translation by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Mein Liebchen, wir sassen beisammen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  CAT DUT ENG FIN FRE ITA LIT
Mein Liebchen, wir sassen beisammen,
Traulich im leichten Kahn.
Die Nacht war still, und wir schwammen
Auf weiter Wasserbahn.

Die Geisterinsel, die schöne,
Lag dämm'rig im Mondenglanz;
Dort klangen liebe Töne,
Dort wogte der Nebeltanz.

Dort klang es lieb und lieber,
Und wogt' es hin und her;
Wir aber schwammen vorüber,
Trostlos auf weitem Meer.

About the headline (FAQ)

Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 147.


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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Estimada, seiem tots dos ensems", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "My darling, we sat together", copyright ©
  • FIN Finnish (Suomi) (Erkki Pullinen) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Charles Beltjens) , no title, appears in Intermezzo lyrique, no. 42, first published 1827
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Amore mio, sedevamo insieme", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • LIT Lithuanian (Lietuvių kalba) (Giedrius Prunskus) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website: 2003-10-13
Line count: 12
Word count: 55

Language: Polish (Polski)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Z moją lubą w łódce płynę 
po jasnym krysztale.
Noc tak cicha, nas 
samotnych niosą morskie fale.

Wyspa duchów od księżyca 
błyszczy się srebrzysta,
A tam dźwięczą lubę głosy,
pląsa mgła przejrzysta.

​A tam dźwięczy coraz milej 
i mgła pląsa w bieli,
My samotni bez pociechy
mimo przepłynęli.​

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This text was added to the website: 2017-10-15
Line count: 12
Word count: 48