Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT DUT DUT ENG ENG FRE
Der Holdseligen
Sonder Wank
Sing' ich fröhlichen
Minnesang;
Denn die Eine,
Die ich meine,
Winkt mir lieblichen Habedank.
Ach! bin inniglich
Minnewund!
Gar zu minniglich
Dankt ihr Mund;
Lacht so grüsslich,
Lockt so küsslich,
Daß mir's bebt in des Herzens Grund!
Gleich der sonnigen
Veilchenau'
Glänzt der Wonnigen
Augen Blau;
Frisch und ründchen
Blüht ihr Mündchen,
Gleich der knospenden Ros' im Thau.
Ihrer Wängelein
Lichtes Roth
Hat kein Engelein,
Hat nur Gott !
Eia, säß' ich
Unablässig
Bei der Preißlichen bis zum Tod!
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Corien Sleeswijk) , copyright © 2007, (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 (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 28
Word count: 87
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
To the lovely one
Without faltering
I sing a joyful
Song of courtly love,
For the only one
Whom I mean
Waves a delightful thank-you to me.
Ah! I am profoundly
Wounded by love!
All too lovingly
Does her mouth thank me;
Smiles with such a warm greeting,
Tempts so kissingly
That I tremble in the depths of my heart!
Like the sunny
Meadow of violets
Glows the blue of the eyes
Of the delightful one;
Fresh and rounded
Blooms her dear mouth,
Like the budding rose in the dew.
The bright red of
Her dear cheeks
Is possessed by no angel,
So help me God!
Only God has it!
Oh! could I but sit
Continuously
Beside the praiseworthy one until I die.
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