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by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)
Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Die Welt unser Traum
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Nachts im Traum die Städt' und Leute,
Ungeheuer, Luftgebäude,
Alle, weißt du, alle steigen
Aus der Seele dunklem Raum,
Sind dein Bild und Werk, dein eigen,
Sind dein Traum.

Geh am Tag durch Stadt und Gassen,
Schau in Wolken, in Gesichter,
Und du wirst verwundert fassen:
Sie sind dein, du bist ihr Dichter!
Alles, was vor deinen Sinnen
Hundertfältig lebt und gaukelt,
Ist ja dein, ist in dir innen,
Traum, den deine Seele schaukelt.
Durch dich selber ewig schreitend,
Bald beschränkend dich, bald weitend,
Bist du Redender und Hörer,
Bist du Schöpfer und Zerstörer.
Zauberkräfte, längst vergeßne,
Spinnen heiligen Betrug,
Und die Welt, die unermeßne,
Lebt von deinem Atemzug.

Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 10 Die Gedichte, bearbeitet von Peter Huber, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002, pages 252-253.


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  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The world our dream", copyright © 2018, (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: 2009-06-02
Line count: 22
Word count: 109

The world our dream
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
At night in dreams the cities and people,
Monsters, castles in the air,
All of them, you know, all rise
From the dark space of the soul,
They are your image and work, your own,
Are your dream.

Walk through the city and streets during the day,
Gaze into clouds, into faces,
And, amazed, you shall grasp it:
They are yours, you are their poet!
Everything that, in front of your senses,
Lives and flutters a-hundredfold,
It but yours, is held within you,
Dream that rocks your soul.
Eternally striding through you yourself,
Now limiting you, now broadening you,
You are the one who speaks and the listener,
You are creator and destroyer.
Magical powers, long forgotten,
Weave a holy deception,
And the world, the immeasurable world,
Lives by your breath.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2018 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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This text was added to the website: 2018-03-10
Line count: 22
Word count: 131