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

Meinem Bruder
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG FRE
Wenn wir jetzt die Heimat wieder sehen,
Gehen wir bezaubert durch die Stuben,
Bleiben lang im alten Garten stehen,
Wo wir einst gespielt als wilde Buben.

Und von jenen Herrlichkeiten allen,
Die wir draußen in der Welt erbeutet,
Will uns keine freun mehr und gefallen,
Wenn daheim die Kirchenglocke läutet.

Stille gehen wir die alten Wege
Durch das grüne Land der Kindertage,
Und sie werden uns im Herzen rege[,]
Fremd und groß wie eine schöne Sage.

Ach, und alles, was auf uns mag warten,
Wird den reinen Glanz doch nicht mehr haben
Wie vorzeiten, da wir noch als Knaben
Falter fingen, jeder Tag im Garten.

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 209-210.


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  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "To my brother", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "À mon frère", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website: 2009-06-14
Line count: 16
Word count: 105

To my brother
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
When we now see our home again,
We walk enchanted through the rooms,
We stop and stand for a long time in the old garden
Where we once played as wild boys.

And of all those treasures
That we amassed out in the world,
None brings us joy or pleases us any longer
When the church bells ring at home.

Quietly we walk the old paths
Through the green land of childhood days,
And they all become animated in our hearts,
Strange and large as a beautiful legend.

Ah, and everything that may still await us
Shall nevertheless no longer have that pure radiance
As when in times past, we as boys were still
Catching butterflies every day in the garden.

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This text was added to the website: 2019-02-09
Line count: 16
Word count: 121