by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910)
Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Der Lenz ist gekommen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Der Lenz ist gekommen 
Ins harrende Land
Hat um sich genommen 
Sein Blumengewand,
Es schallt von den Zweigen
Der Vögel Gesang,
Nach Trauern und Schweigen
Ein grüßender Klang.
Da regt sich ein Sehnen, da blühet die Lust,
Heraus, du mein Lied, aus der klopfenden Brust! 

Es dränget zur Ferne,
Was frei und geschwind,
Es wandern die Sterne
Und Wasser und Wind.
Es wallen und weben
Die Wolken im Raum, -- 
Mit ihnen zu schweben,
Mein seligster Traum.
Ihr greifet den Blitz nicht am schmetternden Schaft.
Mich haltet ihr auch nicht in Fessel und Haft.

Ich habe getragen 
Den heimlichen Schmerz,
Nicht länger in Klagen
Vertröst' ich mein Herz.
Den Speer will ich schwingen 
Auf schnaubendem Pferd
Und singen und klingen 
Soll Harfe und Schwert.
Ich fahre wie Sturm, der die Eiche zerspellt,
Hinaus in die Freiheit, hinaus in die Welt!

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Last modified: 2014-09-17 23:27:43
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Spring has come
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Spring has come
To the waiting land,
Has wrapped around itself
Its flower-garb;
From the branches there sounds
The birds’ singing,
After sorrowing and silence
A sound of greeting.
A yearning stirs, joy blossoms,
Go forth, my song, from my pulsing bosom!

Into the distance strives
That which is free and swift,
The stars go wandering
And the waters and the wind.
The clouds in the sky
Seethe and weave, --
To float with them
Is my most blissful dream.
You do not grasp the lightning bolt by its smashing shaft.
Me, too, you do not hold in fetters and confinement.

I have borne
The secret pain,
No longer in lamentations
Do I console my heart.
I wish to wield the spear
Upon a snorting steed
And my harp and my sword
Shall sing and resound.
I ride like a storm that splits the oak,
Out into freedom, out into the world!

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Translated titles:
"Der Lenz ist gekommen" = "Spring has come"
"Lied Tann-häusers im Kloster zu Adamunt" = "Song of Tann-häuser in the Monestary of Adamunt"
"Frühlingslied" = "Spring song"
"Tannhäusers Freiheitslied" = "Tannhäuser’s song of freedom"
"Tannhäuserlied" = "Tannhäuser-song"
"Der Lenz ist gekommen ins harrende Land" = "Spring has come to the waiting land"
"Tannhäuser’s Abschied vom Stift zu Adamund" = "Tannhäuser’s Farewell from the Priory of Adamund"

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Text added to the website: 2014-09-17 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-09-17 23:28:03
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Word count: 151