Es rauschen die Wipfel und schauern,
Als hielten zu dieser Stund'
Um die halbverfallenen Mauern
Die alten Götter die Rund'.
Hier unter den Myrtenbäumen
In heimlich dämmernder Pracht,
Was sprichst du wirr wie in Träumen
Zu mir, phantastische Nacht?
Es funkeln mir zu alle Sterne
Mit glühendem Liebesblick,
Es redet trunken die Ferne
Wie vom künftigem, großem Glück!
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Bonic país estranger", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Mooi vreemd land", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Beauteous foreign land", copyright ©
- ENG English (Grant Hicks) , "Beautiful Foreign Lands", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Beau pays étranger", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- HEB Hebrew (עברית) (Max Mader) , "נכר יפה", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Bei paesi stranieri", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- NOR Norwegian (Bokmål) (Marianne Beate Kielland) , "Det vakre fremmede", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- POR Portuguese (Português) (Elke Beatriz Riedel) , "Belas terras estrangeiras", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Diego S. Loyola) , "Bella tierra extranjera", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust
[Administrator] , Sharon Krebs
[Senior Associate Editor], Robin Tam
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 63
The treetops rustle and tremble
As if at this very hour
Round the half-fallen walls
The old gods were circling.
Here beneath the myrtles
In secret twilight splendor
What are you saying in dreamlike confusion
To me, fantastic night?
All the stars twinkle at me
With love’s ardent glance,
Far-off lands speak drunkenly
Of future great fortune!