by
Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT ENG FRE
Der Föhn schreit jede Nacht,
Sein feuchter Flügel flattert schwer.
Brachvögel taumeln durch die Luft.
Nun schläft nichts mehr,
Nun ist das ganze Land erwacht,
Der Frühling ruft.
Bleib still, bleib still, mein Herz!
Ob auch im Blute eng und schwer
Die Leidenschaft sich rührt
Und dich die alten Wege führt --
Nicht jugendwärts
Gehn deine Wege mehr.
Nun schläft nichts mehr,
Nun ist das Land erwacht.
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Primavera primerenca", copyright © 2026, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Prémices du printemps", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 58
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
The Föhn-wind screams every night,
Its damp pinions flutter heavily.
Curlews reel through the air.
Now nothing sleeps any longer,
Now the whole land is wakened,
Spring calls.
Be still, be still, my heart!
Though in your veins, closely and heavily,
Passion stirs
And leads you upon the old paths --
Your ways no longer
Go toward youth.
Translations of title(s):
"Der Föhn" = "The Föhn-wind"
"Vorfrühling" = "Before spring"
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Vorfrühling", written 1908, appears in Unterwegs, first published 1911
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