by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875)
Translation © by Iain Sneddon

Der Genesene an die Hoffnung
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT ENG FRE FRE ITA
Tödtlich graute mir der Morgen:
Doch schon lag mein Haupt, wie süß!
Hoffnung, dir im Schoß verborgen,
bis der Sieg gewonnen hieß,
bis der Sieg gewonnen hieß.

Opfer bracht' ich allen Göttern,
Doch vergessen warest du;
Seitwärts von den ew'gen Rettern
Sahest du dem Feste zu.

O, vergieb, du Vielgetreue!
Tritt aus deinem Dämmerlicht,
Daß ich dir in's ewig neue,
Mondenhelle Angesicht

Einmal schaue, recht von Herzen,
Wie ein Kind und sonder Harm;
Ach, nur Einmal ohne Schmerzen
schließe mich in deinen Arm!


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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El convalescent a l’esperança", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Iain Sneddon) , "The Convalescent addresses Hope", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le convalescent à l'espoir", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , "Le convalescent à l'Espérance", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Il malato risanato alla speranza", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 17
Word count: 83

The Convalescent addresses Hope
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Death-like the morning dawns:
But already my head lay, so sweetly
Hope, hidden in your lap,
until the victory was won,
until the victory was won.

Sacrifices I brought to all the gods,
But forgot to look after you;
Standing aside from the eternal saviours
Watching the celebrations.

O, forgive me, you ever-faithful!
Venture from your twilight,
So that I, at your eternally renewed
Moon-bright face,

Once more may gaze, with all my heart,
Like a child, and without grief;
Oh, just once more without pain
wrap me in your embrace!


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This text was added to the website: 2008-08-23
Line count: 17
Word count: 91