by Karl Pannier (1854 - 1931)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Unter der Linden
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the Mittelhochdeutsch 
Available translation(s): ENG ITA
Unter der Linden, 
bei der Heide,
[Da]1 unser beider Bette was, 
Da könnt ihr finden, 
wie wir beide
Die Blumen brachen und das Gras
[Vor dem]2 Wald in einem Tal!
Sang so schön die Nachtigall. 

Kam da gegangen 
hin zur Aue 
Und mein Liebster war schon da. 
Da ward ich empfangen, 
hehre Fraue,
O welches Glück, daß ich ihn sah! 
Ob er mich küßte? So manche Stund!
Seht, wie rot mir ist der Mund! 

Da hat er gemachet schnell, 
bei Scherzen
Von Blumen reich die Ruhestatt; 
Ja, mancher noch lachet 
von ganzem Herzen,
Wenn er kommt denselben Pfad.
An den Rosen er wohl mag --
Merken, wo das Haupt mir lag.

Wüßte das einer, 
daß geblieben
Er bei mir, ich schämte mich. 
O wollte doch keiner, 
was wir trieben
Erfahren je, nur er und ich.
Und ein kleines Vögelein --
Das wird wohl verschwiegen sein!

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1 omitted by Humperdinck
2 Humperdinck: "am grünen"


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  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , title 1: "Under the Linden", copyright ©
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , title unknown, copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this text: John Versmoren

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Word count: 147

Under the Linden
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
 Under the linden, by the heath,
 there we made our bed;
 there you might discover us,
 breaking both flowers and grass
 in the valley before the woods!
 the nightingale sang so sweetly.
 I came out to the meadow;
 and my sweetheart was already there.
 He greeted me as a noble lady,
 O what happiness that I saw him!
 Did he offer me kisses? So many hours!
 See how red my lips are?
 With frolicking banter, he quickly made
 our resting-place rich with flowers;
 Yes, quite a few giggle with full heart
 to see him coming down the path with them.
 He likes roses very much -
 see how he wreathes them about my head!
 If anyone knew how long we stayed there,
 I would be ashamed.
 O would that no one knew what we
 experienced here, just he and I...
 and a little bird -
 - who will certainly keep a secret!


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Word count: 157