by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875)
Translation © by Peter Palmer

Die Liebe, sagt man, steht am Pfahl...
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG FRE
Die Liebe, sagt man, steht am Pfahl gebunden, 
Geht endlich arm, zerrüttet, unbeschuht;
Dieß edle Haupt hat nicht mehr, wo es ruht,
Mit Thränen netzet sie der Füße Wunden.

Ach, Peregrinen hab' ich so gefunden!
Schön war ihr Wahnsinn, ihrer Wange Gluth, 
Noch scherzend in der Frühlingsstürme Wuth,
Und wilde Kränze in das Haar gewunden.

War's möglich, solche Schönheit zu verlassen? 
-- So kehrt nur reizender das alte Glück!
O komm, in diese Arme dich zu fassen!

Doch weh! o weh! was soll mir dieser Blick?
Sie küsst mich zwischen Lieben noch und Hassen, 
Sie kehrt sich ab, und kehrt mir nie zurück.

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Confirmed with Mörike, Eduard Friedrich. Gesammelte Schriften, Erster Band, G. J. Göschen'sche Verlagshandlung, 1878, page 137.


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  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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They say that love is bound to the stake
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
They say that love is bound to the stake,
goes poor at last, in disarray, unshod;
this noble head no longer has a resting-place,
moistening the wounded feet with its tears.

Oh, I found Peregrina in just this state!
Lovely in her madness, a glow on her cheeks,
still jesting in the raging storms of spring,
with tangled garlands woven in her hair.

Could anyone relinquish such beauty?
-- the old bliss will revive all the more temptingly!
Oh come and let these arms enfold you!

But oh, alas! how should I read this look?
She kisses me between loving and hating,
she turns away and will never return to me.

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This text was added to the website: 2009-10-15
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Word count: 110