Die Lilien glühn in Düften,
Die Blüthe spielt am Baum;
Hoch zieht in stillen Lüften
Im bunten Schmuck der Traum.
Und wo er blickt, da neigen
Die Blumen das Haupt überall;
Und wo er blickt, da schweigen
Waldrauschen und Nachtigall.
Mir wird das Herz so stille
In dieser milden Nacht;
Es bricht der eigne Wille,
Die alte Lieb' erwacht.
Fast ist's, als käm' ein Grüßen
Auf mich vom Himmelszelt,
Und Frieden möcht' ich schließen
Mit Gott und aller Welt.
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2011-04-04
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The lilies glow in scents,
The blossom frolics upon the tree;
High up in the silent breezes
The dream travels, colourfully adorned.
And wherever it gazes, there
The flowers bend their heads everywhere;
And wherever it gazes there fall silent
The soughing of the forest and the nightingale.
My heart becomes so quiet
In this mild night;
My own will breaks,
The old love awakens.
It is almost as if a greeting came
Upon me from the heavenly vault,
And I would like to make peace
With God and with the whole world.