by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Auf dem Teich, dem Regungslosen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG ENG ENG FRE ITA
Auf dem Teich, dem Regungslosen,
Weilt des Mondes holder Glanz,
Flechtend seine bleichen Rosen
In des Schilfes grünen Kranz.

Hirsche wandeln dort am Hügel,
Blicken [in]1 die Nacht empor;
Manchmal regt sich das Geflügel
Träumerisch im tiefen Rohr.

Weinend muß mein Blick sich senken;
Durch die tiefste Seele geht
Mir ein süßes Deingedenken,
Wie ein stilles Nachtgebet.

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  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "On the pond, the motionless one", copyright ©
  • ENG English [singable] (Walter A. Aue) , "On the pond's serene reposes", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English [singable] (Robert Schall) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Sullo stagno, senza un'onda", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 57

On the pond, the motionless one
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
 On the pond, the motionless one,
 rests the moon's lovely gleam,
 weaving its pale roses
 into a green garland of reeds.
 
 Deer wander there on the hill,
 gazing up through the night;
 often, winged things stir
 dreamily in the tall reeds.
 
 Weeping, I must lower my gaze;
 through the depths of my soul pass
 sweet thoughts of you,
 like a quiet night prayer.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 64