by Georg Scherer (1824 - 1909)
Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Nun klinge, mein Lied
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Nun klinge, mein Lied, durch den knospenden Wald 
Und verhall' in den rieselnden Gründen!
Der Winter ist aus und Frühling ist's bald, 
Und du sollst es der Erde verkünden.

Drum heiße nun Wiesen und Auen schnell 
In schwellendes Grün sich kleiden,
Und sende durch tauende Thäler den Quell,
Damit sie sich festlich bereiten!

Und weck' aus dem Traume mit leisem Ton
Die Blumen im Feld und im Garten: 
Sie sollen mit blühenden Häuptern schon 
Den blühenden Freier erwarten.

Dann lock' aus dem sonnigen Süden mir all 
Die säumigen Sänger, die süßen, 
Auf daß sie mit lustigem Liederschall 
Den lächelnden Lenz begrüßen! 

Und die Menschenherzen vergiß mir nicht, 
Versunken in Sorgen und Qualen; 
Laß ihnen des Frühlings Freudenlicht, 
Die Sonne der Hoffnung strahlen!

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  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Now ring out, my song", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website: 2010-02-22
Line count: 20
Word count: 122

Now ring out, my song
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Now ring out, my song, through the budding forest
And die away in the rippling depths!
Winter is over and soon it shall be spring,
And you must proclaim it to the earth.

Therefore command the meadows and leas
To garb themselves quickly in burgeoning green,
And send the water-spring through the thawing valleys
So that they may prepare themselves festively!

And with a quiet tone waken from dreams
The flowers in field and garden:
With blooming tops they shall already 
Await their blossoming suitor.

Then entice from the sunny South for me
All the tardy singers, the sweet ones,
So that with a merry sounding of songs
They may greet the smiling spring!

And do not forget the hearts of mankind,
Sunken in anxieties and agonies;
Let the happy light of spring,
Let the sun of hope beam for them!

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This text was added to the website: 2017-08-25
Line count: 20
Word count: 141