Translation © by Sharon Krebs

An eine Linde
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Meiner schönen trauten Linde,
Die mir freundlich Schatten gab,
Reißen, ach! die bösen Winde
Millionen Blätter ab.
 
Blaß und zitternd fallen alle
Nah bei meinem Fenster hin,
Gleich als suchten sie im Falle
Schutz bei ihrer Nachbarinn.
 
Gute Blatter! euer Grünen
Machte grünen auch mein Herz,
Kommt ihr nicht, zum Bilde dienen
Meines Lebens Wohl und Schmerz?
 
Denn in meinen Sommertagen
Grünten Freuden um mich her,
Feinde kehrten sie zu Klagen,
Und sie welkten -- sind nicht mehr.
 
Von dem kalten Nord getrieben,
Sterbt ihr weit von eurem Stamm,
So wie ich von allen Lieben,
Die mir Neid und Unglück nahm.
 
Komm, Geduld, du mußt mich trösten--
Du auch bist ja eine Pflicht
Ausgeübt nur von den Besten;
Denn der Schurke kennt sie nicht.
 
Doch in lauen Frühlingstagen
Grünt die Linde wieder neu --
Dann wird auch von ihren Klagen
Meine Seele wieder frey.
 
Segnet Gott in Keim und Blüthe
Meiner Kinder Geist und Glück,
Ha! dann bringt ja seine Güte
Tausendmal mein Wohl zurück.

Confirmed with Wienerischer Musenalmanach auf das Jahr 1785, herausgegeben von J. F. Ratschky und A. Blumauer, Wien: bey Rudolph Gräffer, pages 157-159


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  • Also set in German (Deutsch), [adaptation] ; composed by Maria Theresia von Paradis.

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  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "To a linden tree", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website: 2016-06-08
Line count: 32
Word count: 163

To a linden tree
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
From my beautiful well-loved linden tree,
Which kindly provided me with shade,
The evil winds are, ah!
Tearing off millions of leaves.
 
Pale and trembling all of them fall
Close by my window,
Just as if in their falling they sought
Protection from their neighbour.
 
Good leaves! your burgeoning
Made my heart burgeon as well.
Do you not come in order to serve as a metaphor
For the weal and woe of my life?
 
For in my summer days
Joys blossomed about me,
Enemies turned them into lamenting,
And they wilted -- are no more.
 
Driven by the cold north-wind
You die far from your tree-trunk,
Just as I [die] far from all loved ones
Who were taken from me by jealousy and misfortune.
 
Come, patience, you must comfort me,
For you, too, are a duty
Practised only by the best [of mankind],
For the scoundrel does not know it.
 
But in warm spring days
The linden tree shall become green anew --
Then from its laments
My soul, too, shall be free once more.
 
If God blesses in sprouts and blossoms,
My children's spirit and good fortune,
Ha! then His goodness shall bring
Back my weal a thousandfold.

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This text was added to the website: 2016-06-08
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Word count: 197