by Otto Erich Hartleben (1864 - 1905)
Translation © by Mimmi Fulmer, Ric Merritt

Einen weißen Fleck des hellen Mondes
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the French (Français) 
Available translation(s): CHI ENG FRE ITA NYN
Einen weißen Fleck des hellen Mondes
Auf dem Rücken seines schwarzen Rockes,
So spaziert Pierrot im lauen Abend,
Aufzusuchen Glück und Abenteuer.
 
Plötzlich - stört ihn was an seinem Anzug,
Er beschaut sich rings und findet richtig -
Einen weißen Fleck des hellen Mondes
Auf dem Rücken seines schwarzen Rockes.
 
Warte! denkt er: das ist so ein Gipsfleck!
Wischt und wischt, doch - bringt ihn nicht herunter!
Und so geht er, giftgeschwollen, weiter,
Reibt und reibt bis an den frühen Morgen --
Einen weißen Fleck des hellen Mondes.

About the headline (FAQ)

Confirmed with Die Lyrik des Auslandes in neuerer Zeit, ed. Hans Bethge, Leipzig: Max Hesses Verlag, 1907, page 22

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

  • CHI Chinese (中文) (Yen-Chiang Che) , "月斑", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Mimmi Fulmer) (Ric Merritt) , "Moonfleck", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "La tache de lune", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "La macchia di luna", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • NYN Norwegian (Nynorsk) (Are Frode Søholt) , "Måneflekken", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2003-11-16
Line count: 13
Word count: 87

Moonfleck
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
 A white fleck of bright moon
 On the back of his black coat,
 Pierrot sets off one balmy evening,
 To seek his fortune.
 
 Suddenly something's awry in his toilette;
 He casts about until he finds it-
 A white fleck of bright moon
 On the back of his black coat.
 
 Drat! he thinks:  a fleck of plaster!
 Wipes and wipes, but-can't get it off!
 So on he goes, his pleasure poisoned,
 Till break of day, rubbing and rubbing
 A white fleck of bright moon.

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This text was added to the website: 2003-11-16
Line count: 13
Word count: 84