by Johann Baptist Rousseau (1802 - 1867)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Der Frühling
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG FRE
Es lockt und säuselt um den Baum:
Wach auf aus deinem Schlaf und Traum,
Der Winter ist zerronnen.
Da schlägt er frisch den Blick empor,
Die Augen sehen hell hervor
Ans goldne Licht der Sonnen.

Es zieht ein Wehen sanft und lau,
Geschaukelt in dem Wolkenbau
Wie Himmelsduft hernieder.
Da werden alle Blumen wach,
Da tönt der Vögel schmelzend Ach,
Da kehrt der Frühling wieder.

[ Es zuckt und bebt im Blute was,
Die Wimpern werden tränennaß,
Es pochet leis im Herzen.
O Mensch, du fühlest Frühlingslust,
Und Liebe hebet deinen Ernst,
Und wecket süße Schmerzen! ]1

Es weht der Wind den Blütenstaub
Von Kelch zu Kelch, von Laub zu Laub,
Durch Tage und durch Nächte.
Flieg auch, mein Herz, und flattre fort,
Such hier ein Herz und such es dort,
Du triffst vielleicht das Rechte.

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1 not set by Brahms.

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

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

  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , title 1: "The spring", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "Le printemps", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , title 1: "De lente", copyright © 2014, (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: 2014-06-16 10:01:48
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Word count: 136

The spring
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
The wind murmurs alluringly about the tree:
Awaken from your sleep and your dream,
The frost of winter has thawed.
It casts its gaze briskly upward,
Its eyes look brightly upon
The golden light of the sun.

A gentle, warm breeze wafts
and rocks in the mass of clouds,
Downward like the fragrance of heaven.
Then all the flowers awaken,
The little birds sing melting sighs,
And Spring returns once more.

Something starts and shakes in the blood,
The eyelashes become wet with tears;
There is a gentle throbbing in the heart.
O Man, you feel the joy of Spring,
And Love lifts you from your seriousness,
And wakes such sweet pain! 

The wind wafts the pollen
From calyx to calyx, from leaf to leaf,
Throughout the day and throughout the night.
Fly also, my heart, and flutter forth,
Search here and search there for another heart -
Perhaps you will meet the right one.

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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: 2014-08-11 09:36:34
Line count: 24
Word count: 155