Ich kann nicht mehr zufrieden sein,
Ich muß in allen meinen Tagen
Dein Bild in meiner Sehnsucht tragen,
Ich bin ja dein.
Dein Auge hat in meinem Sinn
Den ahnungsvollen Strahl entzündet,
Der mir zu jeder Stunde kündet,
Daß ich dein eigen bin.
Du aber, meiner Leidenschaft
In deiner Reinheit unbewußt,
Erblühest ohne mich in Lust
Und wandelst hoch und sternenhaft.
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Confirmed with Unterwegs. Gedichte von Hermann Hesse, München: Georg Müller Verlag, 1911, page 6. In this source the poem is No. 3 of the set.
Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 10 Die Gedichte, bearbeitet von Peter Huber, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002, page 148. In this source the poem is No. 1 of the set.
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Elizabeth", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Élisabeth", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Sharon Krebs
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2013-03-04
Line count: 12
Word count: 61
Cela ne peux plus me satisfaire,
Tous les jour il me faut
Porter ton image dans mes désirs,
Oui, je t'appartiens.
Tes yeux ont dans mon esprit
Allumé le faisceau prémonitoire
Qui à chaque instant me dit
Que je suis vraiment à toi.
Mais toi, de ma passion
Inconsciente, dans ta pureté
Tu t'épanouis dans le plaisir
Et parcours le ciel comme une étoile.