by
Julius Mosen (1803 - 1867)
Der treue Bote
Language: German (Deutsch)
Wenn im Herbst die Störche ziehen,
Kommt der eine zu mir her;
Ach, der Glückliche kann fliehen
Über Land und über Meer!
Gab seit meinen jungen Tagen
Ihm ein Briefchen mit am Band,
Treu hat er es fortgetragen
Zu dem schönen Morgenland.
In den Brief hab' ich geschrieben:
Zöge gerne mit dem Wind,
Dich zu sehen, dich zu lieben,
Dich, mein Traumbild, fremdes Kind!
Und der Storch war fortgezogen,
Eh' ich noch es recht bedacht,
Kam im Lenz zurückgeflogen,
Hat mir Nachricht stets gebracht.
Kommt zurück von schönen Ländern,
Bringt mir Nachricht jedes Jahr,
Eine Schrift auf seid'nen Bändern
Unerklärlich, sonderbar.
Und so sitz' ich armer Knabe,
Und der Storch am Fenster dort
Sieht, ob ich geschrieben habe,
Denn schon morgen muß er fort.
Confirmed with Sämmtliche Werke von Julius Mosen, Erster Band, Oldenburg, Verlag von Ferdinand Schmidt, 1863, pages 189-190.
Note: in many older editions, the spelling of the capitalized word "über" becomes "Ueber", but this is often due to the printing process and not to rules of orthography, since the lower-case version is not "ueber", so we use "Über".
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The faithful messenger", copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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The faithful messenger
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
When the storks migrate in autumn,
One of them comes here to me;
Ah, the fortunate one can travel
Over land and over sea.
Since my youth I have given it a letter,
Tied with a ribbon, to take along,
He faithfully carried it off
To the lovely Orient.
In the letter I wrote:
I would so gladly travel with the wind,
To see you, to love you,
You, my dream image, foreign child!
And stork had flown off
Before I had quite thought about it properly,
In springtime it came flying back,
Always bringing me news.
It comes back from beautiful lands,
Brings me news every year,
A script upon silken ribbons,
Mystifying, wondrous.
And so I sit, a poor lad,
And the stork at yonder window
Looks to see if I have written,
For tomorrow already it must be off.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Julius Mosen (1803 - 1867), "Der treue Bote"
This text was added to the website: 2025-12-16
Line count: 24
Word count: 142
