by Christian Ludwig Reissig (1784 - 1847)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Der Zufriedene
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE
Zwar schuf das Glück hienieden
Mich weder reich noch groß,
Allein ich bin zufrieden,
Wie mit dem schönsten Loos!

So ganz nach meinem Herzen
Ward mir ein Freund vergönnt;
Denn Küssen, Trinken Scherzen,
Ist auch sein Element.

Mit ihm wird froh und weise
Manch Fläschchen ausgeleert;
Denn auf der Lebensreise
Ist Wein das beste Pferd.

Wenn mir bey diesem Loose
Nun auch ein trüb'res fällt,
So denk' ich: keine Rose
Blüht dornlos in der Welt.

Confirmed with Blümchen der Einsamkeit. Von Christian Ludwig Reissig. Wien, auf Kosten und im Verlag bey Johann Baptist Wallishausser. 1809, page 62.


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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El satisfet", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "De tevredene", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The contented one", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le satisfait", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2017-06-12 03:26:09
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Word count: 75

The contented one
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Admittedly, Luck has made me 
neither rich nor great;
yet I alone am content,
as if I had the fairest lot.

A friend after my own heart
has been granted me;
for kissing, drinking and joking
is also his element.

With him, merrily and wisely,
are many bottles emptied!
For on life's journey,
wine is the best horse.

If this lot of mine
now sours and trouble falls,
then I will think: no rose
blooms thornless in the world.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:46
Line count: 16
Word count: 79