by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875)
Translation © by Paolo Pupillo

Im Frühling
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT ENG FRE FRE ITA ITA
Hier lieg' ich auf dem Frühlingshügel:
Die Wolke wird mein Flügel,
Ein Vogel fliegt mir voraus.
Ach, sag' mir, all-einzige Liebe,
Wo du bleibst, daß ich bei dir bliebe,
Doch du und die Lüfte, ihr habt kein Haus.

Der Sonnenblume gleich steht mein Gemüte offen,
Sehnend,
Sich dehnend,
In Lieben und Hoffen.
Frühling, was bist du gewillt?
Wann werd' ich gestillt?

Die Wolke seh' ich wandeln und den Fluß,
Es dringt der Sonne goldner Kuß
Mir tief bis in's Geblüt hinein;
Die Augen, wunderbar berauschet,
Thun, als schliefen sie ein,
Nur noch das Ohr dem Ton der Biene lauschet.
Ich denke Dieß und denke Das,
Ich sehne mich, und weiß nicht recht, nach was:
Halb ist es Lust, halb ist es Klage;
Mein Herz, o sage:
Was webst du für Erinnerung
In golden grüner Zweige Dämmerung?
-- Alte unnennbare Tage!

M. Clement sets stanza 3

Confirmed with Gedichte von Eduard Mörike, Sechste Auflage, Stuttgart, G. J. Göschen'sche Verlagshandlung, 1876, page 41.


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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "A primavera", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "In springtime", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Au printemps", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , "Au printemps", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "A primavera", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Paolo Pupillo) , "In primavera", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 25
Word count: 139

In primavera
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Me ne sto qui disteso sulla collina primaverile;
la nube diventa la mia ala,
un uccello mi passa davanti in volo.
Ah, dimmi, mio unico bene,
dove ti trovi, che io possa raggiungerti!
Ma tu e le brezze, voi non avete casa.

Simile al girasole il mio animo è aperto,
struggendosi,
allargandosi
in amori e speranze.
Primavera, che intenzioni hai?
quando potrò placarmi?

La nuvola vedo migrare ed il fiume,
penetra il bacio dorato del sole
in me nel profondo, fino al sangue;
gli occhi, magicamente incantati,
fanno come se prendessero sonno,
solo l’orecchio ormai ascolta il ronzio delle api.

Io penso questo e penso quello,
ho nostalgia, e non so bene di che:
per metà è desiderio, per metà rimpianto:
cuor mio, su dimmi
quali memorie stai intessendo
nel dorato crepuscolo dei rami verdi?
Irrevocabili giorni del passato!

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This text was added to the website: 2015-10-30
Line count: 25
Word count: 139