Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT ENG FRE
Der Wald ist schwarz, die Luft ist klar,
Im Frühlicht glüht das Thal.
Der Morgenduft netzt Bart und Haar,
Die Perle rinnt am Stahl.
Mein Rößlein fromm,
Mein Rößlein komm,
Wir reiten, wir reiten!
Du Vater und du Mutter mein,
Du Freundschaft allzumal!
Ihr dürft um mich nicht traurig sein,
'S ist einmal meine Wahl.
Ich geb' mein Blut,
Ich geb' mein Gut,
Um's Reiten, um's Reiten.
...
Bin gar ein stürmischer Gesell',
Der Reiter ist der Wind;
Und wo ein Röslein blüht zur Stell',
Da wird er warm und lind,
Küßt sein Gesicht,
Ob's will, ob nicht,
Im Reiten, im Reiten.
"Gehab' dich wohl, lieb Röselein,
Hab' Dank für deinen Kuß !
Weil ich nun wieder Sturmwind sein,
Und Eichen fällen muß.
Mir läßt der Streit
Zur Lieb' nicht Zeit,
Muß reiten, muß reiten!"
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2,4-5 of the original text.
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Cançó del cavaller", copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Maggie Evans) , "Song of the rider", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Chant du cavalier", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust
[Administrator] , Sharon Krebs
[Senior Associate Editor]This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 35
Word count: 165
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
The forest is black, the sky is bright,
in Spring the valley gleams
The morning dew dampens beard and hair,
and pearls run from the steel
My brave little horse,
come o my little horse,
we'll ride out.
O my father, o my mother,
o all my friends!
Do not be sad for my sake,
this is the choice I have made.
I'd give my blood,
I'd give my all,
to go out riding.
...
Fare you well, sweet little rose,
and thank you for your kiss!
For I am once again the stormy wind
and must fell oaks
I have no time
for love's quarrels,
I must ride on.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2,4-5 of the original text.
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