by Matthias Jacob Schleiden (1804 - 1881), as Ernst
Translation © by David Arkell

Die Blumen vergehen, der Sommer ist hin
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Die Blumen vergehen, der Sommer ist hin,
Die Blätter verwehen. Das trübt mir den Sinn.
Ein Röslein, das bracht' ich im Sommer ins Haus,
Es hält ihn, so dacht' ich, den Winter wohl aus.
Die Vögelein sangen, es lauschte der Hain,
Die Rehlein, sie sprangen im Mondenschein,
Der Blümlein so viel hier erblühten im Tal,
Von allen gefiel mir das Röslein zumal.

Der Herbst ist gekommen, der Sturm braust heran,
Die Luft ist verglommen, der Winter begann.
Gern wollt' ich nicht klagen um Stürme und Schnee,
Könnt's Röslein ertragen das eisige Weh!
O schon' mir die Zarte, das liebliche Kind,
Die Eiche, die harte, umbrause du, Wind!
Blüh', Röslein, ohn' Bangen, von Liebe bewacht,
Bis Winter vergangen und Mai wieder lacht!

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The flowers pass away, summer is gone
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
The flowers pass away, summer is gone,
The leaves scatter. My spirit is dimmed.
A little rose, which I brought inside in the summer,
Will, I thought, probably survive the winter.
The little birds sang, the grove listened,
The little deer leapt in the moonlight,
Of all the many little flowers blossomed in the valley,
The little rose was especially my favourite.

Autumn has come, the storm roars close by,
The sky has faded, winter has begun.
I would rather not lament over storms and snow,
If the little rose could stand the icy pain!
O, save me the frail one, the lovely child,
Roar around the solid oak, you wind!
Bloom, little rose, without fear, watched over by love,
Until winter is past and May laughs again!

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Translations of title(s):
"Herbstkummer" = "Autumn sorrow"
"Röslein im Winter" = "Little rose in winter"


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This text was added to the website: 2020-12-09
Line count: 16
Word count: 128