Genug gewandert
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: ENG FRE
Es schwingt in der Sonne sich auf
Ein Bienchen in guldiger Pracht. -
Bin müde vom irren Lauf,
Erstarrt von der Kälte der Nacht.
Ein Bienchen in guldiger Pracht,
In würziger Blumen Reih'n -
Erstarrt von der Kälte der Nacht,
Begehr' ich nach stärkendem Wein.
In würziger Blumen Reih'n
Bist, Rose, die herrlichste du. -
Begehr' ich nach stärkendem Wein,
Wer trinket den Becher mir zu?
Bist, Rose, die herrlichste du,
Die Sonne der Sterne fürwahr! -
Wer trinket den Becher mir zu
Aus der rosigen Mädchen Schaar?
Die Sonne der Sterne, fürwahr
Die Rose entfaltete sich, -
Aus der rosigen Mädchen Schaar
Umfängt die lieblichste mich.
Die Rose entfaltete sich,
Das Bienchen wird nicht mehr geseh'n. -
Umfängt die Lieblichste mich,
Ist's fürder um's Wandern gescheh'n.
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , title 1: "Enough wandering", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title 1: "Finie la promenade", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2010-03-12
Line count: 24
Word count: 121
Enough wandering
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
In the [light of the] sun,
A bee soars aloft in gilded splendour.-
I'm tired from my mad walking,
Grown stiff with the cold of the night.
A bee in gilded splendour,
Among the spicily-scented rows of flowers -
Grown stiff with the cold of the night,
I yearn for strengthening wine.
Among the spicily-scented rows of flowers
You, Rose, are the most magnificent.-
When I yearn for strengthening wine,
Who will raise the glass to me?
You, Rose, are the most magnificent,
Truly the sun of the stars! -
Who from among the bevy of rosy maidens
Will raise the glass to me?
Truly the sun of the stars,
The rose unfurled itself, -
From among the bevy of rosy maidens
The loveliest one embraces me.
The rose unfurled itself,
The bee was seen nevermore.-
If the loveliest one embraces me,
Then it's all up with future wanderings.
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This text was added to the website: 2011-01-02
Line count: 24
Word count: 146
