by
Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)
Widmung
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): ENG
An Kunst und Glanz sind diese Lieder arm,
Schmucklos sind sie im Blumental erklungen,
Doch war das Herz, das sie geboren, warm,
Und stets von Herzen habe ich gesungen.
Nicht Weisheit lehrte mich den frohen Sang,
In eigner Brust ist jedes Lied geboren,
Und wenn's im Frühlingstale laut erklang,
War's mit dem Wind im Abendrot verloren.
Wenn du's verstehst, was ich in Lust und Scherz,
Was ich im Weh als Heiligstes empfunden,
Wenn du im Lied erkennst mein junges Herz,
So hab' ich den ersehnten Lohn gefunden.
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Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 1 Jugendschriften, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2001, page 9.
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Dedication
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
These songs are poor in artistry and radiance,
Without adornment they rang out in the flowery valley,
But the heart that gave birth to them was fervent,
And I always sang from my heart.
'Twas not wisdom that taught me the joyful singing,
Every song was born in my own breast,
And after it sounded loudly in the springtime valley,
It was lost with the wind in the evening glow.
If you understand that which, in joy and jest,
Which in suffering I perceived as most holy,
When in the song you recognize my young heart,
Then I shall have found the yearned-for recompense.
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