by Friedrich Roeber (1819 - 1901)
Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Frau Sorge
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Frau Sorge, Frau Sorge, was will [sie]1 von mir?
Ich bin ihr noch viel zu jung,
Zu sonnig ist ihr und zu hell mein Quartier,
Zu frei meiner Seele Schwung.

Ist der Winter gekommen, das Feuer verzehrt,
Und sitz' ich verdrossen allein,
Dann mag sie sich kauern an meinen Heerd,
Dann mag sie Genossin mir sein.

Heut' blüht mir der Lenz noch und grün ist die Au,
Es duftet der Wiesengrund,
Mich grüßen verstohlen zwei Äuglein blau,
Es küßt mich ein roter Mund.

Ihr Lied, Frau Sorge, das singt sich nicht
Bei Wein und Rosen im Mai,
Drum geh sie mit ihrem finstern Gesicht,
Frau Sorge, und laß sie mich frei.

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Confirmed with Friedrich Roeber, Lyrische und epische Gedichte, Fest- und Märchenspiele, Dritte, vermehrte Auflage, Leipzig: Jul. Baedeker, [1897], pages 12-13.

1 Blasser: "sie denn"

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Madame Sorrow
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Madame Sorrow, Madame Sorrow, what does she want of me?
I am still much too young for her,
My abode is too sunny and too bright for her,
Too free is the buoyancy of my soul.

When winter has come, the fire consumed,
And I sit alone glumly,
Then she may crouch at my hearth,
Then she may be a companion for me.

Today spring still blooms for me and the meadow is green,
Lovely scents rise from the mead,
Two blue eyes greet me secretly,
Red lips kiss me.

Your song, Madame Sorrow, it cannot be sung
To wine and roses in May,
Therefore let her go, Madame Sorrow
With her gloomy countenance, and leave me be.

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This text was added to the website: 2020-06-22
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Word count: 118