by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)
Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Warum ich wieder zum Papier mich wende?
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Warum ich wieder zum Papier mich wende?
   Das mußt du, Liebster, so bestimmt nicht fragen:
   Denn eigentlich hab' ich dir nichts zu sagen;
   Doch kommt's zuletzt in deine lieben Hände.
Weil ich nicht kommen kann, soll was ich sende,
   Mein ungetheiltes Herz hinüber tragen
   Mit Wonnen, Hoffnungen, Entzücken, Plagen:
   Das alles hat nicht Anfang, hat nicht Ende.
Ich mag vom heut'gen Tag dir nichts vertrauen,
   Wie sich im Sinnen, Wünschen, Wähnen, Wollen
   Mein treues Herz zu dir hinüber wendet:
So stand ich einst vor dir, dich anzuschauen
   Und sagte nichts. Was hätt' ich sagen sollen?
   Mein ganzes Wesen war in sich vollendet.

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Confirmed with Goethe's Gedichte, Erster Theil, Neue Auflage, Stuttgart und Tübingen: in der J.G. Cotta'schen Buchhandlung, 1829, page 259


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Why do I again turn to paper to write to...
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Why do I again turn to paper [to write to you]?
   Beloved, you must not ask that so particularly:
   For actually I have nothing to say to you;
   And yet, in the end it [the letter] will come into your dear hands.
Because I cannot come, that which I send
   Is to carry my undivided heart to you,
   With joys, hopes, raptures, vexations:
   All of that has no beginning, has no end.
I am not able to confide anything about this day to you,
   How in reflection, wishing, imagining, desiring,
   My loyal heart turns toward you:
Thus I once stood before you, to gaze at you
   And said nothing. What could I have said?
   My whole being was complete within itself.

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Translated titles:
Die Liebende abermals = Once more the woman in love
Die Liebende schreibt = The woman in love writes

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