by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
Translation © by Pierre Mathé

Es treibt mich hin, es treibt mich her!
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE ITA
Es treibt mich hin, es treibt mich her!
Noch wenige Stunden, dann soll ich sie schauen,
sie selber, die schönste der schönen Jungfrauen; -
du treues Herz, was pochst du so schwer!

Die Stunden sind aber ein faules Volk!
Schleppen sich behaglich träge,
schleichen gähnend ihre Wege; -
tummle dich, du faules Volk!

Tobende Eile mich treibend erfaßt!
Aber wohl niemals liebten die Horen; -
heimlich im grausamen Bunde verschworen,
spotten sie tückisch der Liebenden Hast.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Ik loop naar hier, ik loop naar daar", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "I'm driven here, I'm driven there", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Mi sento agitato, spinto di qua, di là!", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Line count: 12
Word count: 76

Je déambule, de‑ci de‑là !
Language: French (Français)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Je déambule, de‑ci de‑là !
Encore quelques heures et je pourrai la regarder,
Elle, la plus belle des belles jeunes filles ;
Toi, cœur fidèle, pourquoi bats‑tu si fort !

Mais les heures sont paresseuses !
Elles se traînent confortablement, indolentes,
Elles rampent en baillant sur leur chemin ;
Dépêchez‑vous, paresseuses !

Une furieuse hâte me saisit et me pousse
Mais, sûr, les heures n'ont jamais aimé ;
Liées par un secret et cruel serment,
Traîtreusement, elles se moquent de la hâte amoureuse.

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