by (Johann) Gottfried Kinkel (1815 - 1882)
Translation © by Anja Bunzel

Lied aus dem "Spessartraum"
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Welle, darfst du nimmer weilen,
Nie zu mir in Liebe glühn?
Sprich, was zwingt dich fort zu eilen
Aus des Waldes trautem Grün?
Lass in Liebe ungemessen
An die heisse Brust dich pressen!
Fass' ich dich, lass' ich nimmer von hier
Wehe, du fliehst und ich lodre nach dir.

Hindin, braune, holde, schlanke,
Lockt dich so die Waldesnacht?
Warum meidest du die Schranke,
Drin mein lieber Garten lacht?
Lass mit holdem Wort dir schmeicheln,
Lass dich kosen, lass dich streicheln!
Wehe, sie flieht in geflügelter Zier,
Ach, und sie lässt mich, den Einsamen, hier.

Keine Wellen, keine Hinden
Gleichen doch dem holden Bild,
Das ich nie vermocht zu finden,
Doch im Herzen steht es mild.
Oft wohl mein' ich, aus den weiten
Wäldern müsst es grüssend schreiten.
Selige Schönheit, enthülle dich mir!
Weh, du zerrinnst und ich lodre nach dir.

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This text was added to the website: 2009-05-02
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Song from the Spessart Dream
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Wave, why are you never able to rest,
Why do you never reflect my love?
Tell me, what it is that forces you to rush
Out of the forest?
Let me press you onto my chest
In endless love!
If I get hold of you, I will never let you go.
Woe betide you escape and I am longing for you.

Indian women, dark, graceful, slender,
Does the dark forest attract you so much?
Why do you avoid the gate
Behind which my garden smiles at you?
Let me cajole you with nice words,
Let me love you, let me pet you!
Woe betide she escapes in winged adornment,
Ach, and she leaves me, the lonesome, behind.

No waves, no Indian women
Match the graceful image,
Which I have never been able to find,
But I carry it in my heart.
Often, I think she would appear 
From the forest, greeting me.
Blessed beauty, show yourself!
Woe betide you disappear and I am longing for you.

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This text was added to the website: 2014-07-25
Line count: 24
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