by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
Translation by T. Case

Mädchen mit dem roten Mündchen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  CAT ENG FRE ITA SPA
  Mädchen mit dem roten Mündchen,
Mit den Äuglein süß und klar,
Du mein liebes, kleines Mädchen,
Deiner denk' ich immerdar.

 Lang ist heut der Winterabend,
Und ich möchte bei dir sein,
[Bei dir sitzen, mit dir schwatzen]1,
Im vertrauten Kämmerlein.

  An die Lippen [wollt']2 ich pressen
Deine [kleine]3 weiße Hand,
Und mit Thränen sie benetzen,
Deine [kleine, weiße]4 Hand.

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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 137.

1 Dresel: "mit dir schwatzen, mit dir kosen"
2 Dresel: "möcht"
3 Dresel: "liebe"
4 Dresel: "weiße, liebe"

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Maiden with the red little mouth", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Fanciulla dalla boccuccia rossa", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Gerardo Garciacano Hinojosa) (Simone von Büren) , "Niña de la boquita roja", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 65

Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Maiden mine with lips so rosy,
Eyes so clear and sweet to see,
Thou my dearest, little maiden,
I for ever think of thee.

Long is now the winter even,
Oh that I with thee might be,
Near thee sitting, with thee prattling,
In some soft retreat for thee and me.

There my lips would kisses fasten 
On thy snowy little hand.
There my flowing tears would hasten,
Maiden, o'er thy snowy little hand.

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Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2018-03-15
Line count: 12
Word count: 74