by
Karl Klingemann (1798 - 1862)
Es lauschte das Laub so dunkelgrün
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT DUT ENG
Es lauschte das Laub so dunkelgrün
Dort in das Fenster hinein,
Die Sonne darin am liebsten schien,
Dort sangen die Vögelein.
Sie wähnen, es werde so ewig währen,
Sie spielen und mögen's nicht anders begehren.
Es lauscht aus dem Laub so dunkelgrün,
Es strahlen dort Augen hinaus,
Es ranken die Reben im stillen Bemüh'n,
Umgarnen das einsame Haus.
Es wähnen die Armen, das Leuchten zu fangen,
Sie streben und weben mit Sehnsucht und Bangen.
Nun rauschet das Laub so gelblich rot,
Sieht nicht mehr in's Fenster hinein,
Das Vögelgezwitscher ist still und tot,
Vorüber der Sonnenschein!
Wohl mußte das freudige Grün verblassen,
Das Fenster im Laube ist leer und verlassen.
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El fullatge d’un verd fosc escoltava", copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Het lover, het loerde donkergroen", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Garrett Medlock) , "The dark green leaves eavesdropped", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 18
Word count: 110
The dark green leaves eavesdropped
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
The dark green leaves eavesdropped
There in the window,
The sun shone in most beautifully,
There sang the little birds.
They imagine it [would] last forever,
They play and [would] not want it [any differently].
The dark green leaves eavesdrop,
The eyes shine out,
The vines twine in quiet effort,
Ensnaring the deserted house.
The arms imagine they [can] catch the light,
They strive and weave with longing and anxiety.
Now the yellow-red leaves rustle,
They look no more into the window,
The birds’ twittering is silent and dead,
The sunshine is past!
The joyful green had to grow pale,
The window among the leaves is empty and abandoned.
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This text was added to the website: 2020-01-17
Line count: 18
Word count: 109