by
Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)
Trost
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): ENG FRE
Wie viel gelebte Jahre
Sind hin und hatten keinen Sinn,
Nichts, das ich mir bewahre,
Nichts, des ich fröhlich bin!
Unendliche Gestalten
Hat mir der Strom heran gerollt;
Ich durfte keine halten,
Es blieb mir keine hold.
Doch ob sie mir entgleiten,
Mein Herz fühlt tief und rätselhaft
Weit über alle Zeiten
Des Lebens Leidenschaft.
Die hat nicht Sinn noch Ziele,
Weiß alles nah und alles weit
Und macht, ein Kind im Spiele,
Den Augenblick zur Ewigkeit.
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Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 10 Die Gedichte, bearbeitet von Peter Huber, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002, pages 165-166.
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Comfort", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Consolation", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2013-03-04
Line count: 16
Word count: 77
Comfort
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
How many lived-through years
Are gone and had no meaning,
Nothing that I preserve for myself,
Nothing that gives me joy!
The river rolled limitless figures
Toward me;
I was not permitted to hold a single one,
Not one remained well-disposed toward me.
Yet though they slip away from me,
Deeply and mysteriously my heart
Feels the passion of life
Far across all times.
This passion has neither purport nor goals,
It knows everything near and everything far away
And, like a child at play, it turns
The moment into eternity.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Trost", written 1908
This text was added to the website: 2019-07-19
Line count: 16
Word count: 91