Wer sein holdes Lieb verloren
Language: German (Deutsch) after the Spanish (Español)
Our translations: CAT ENG FRE
Wer sein holdes Lieb verloren,
weil er Liebe nicht versteht,
besser wär' er nie geboren.
Ich verlor sie dort im Garten,
da sie Rosen brach und Blüten.
Hell auf ihren Wangen glühten
Scham und Lust in holder Zier.
Und von Liebe sprach sie mir;
doch ich größter aller Toren
wußte keine Antwort ihr
wär' ich nimmermehr geboren.
Ich verlor sie dort im Garten,
da sie sprach von Liebesplagen,
denn ich wagte nicht zu sagen,
wie ich ganz ihr eigen bin.
In die Blumen sank sie hin;
doch ich größter aller Toren
zog auch davon nicht Gewinn,
wär' ich nimmermehr geboren!
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Qui ha perdut la seva dolça estimada", copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Michael P Rosewall) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Celui qui a perdu son doux amour", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2003-11-20
Line count: 19
Word count: 100
For him, who lost his sweet love
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
For him, who lost his sweet love
Because he did not understand Love,
It would be better had he never been born.
I lost her there in the garden,
Where she picked roses and blossoms.
Brightly her cheeks glowed
Graced sweetly with modesty and delight.
And she spoke to me of love;
Yet, at my greatest of all opportunities
I had no answer for her
Would that I had never been born!
I lost her there in the garden,
Where she spoke of the torment of love,
Because I dared say nothing,
Of how I was entirely her own.
Among the flowers, she sank down;
There, at my greatest of all opportunities
I did not claim the victory.
Would that I had never been born!
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This text was added to the website: 2011-07-06
Line count: 19
Word count: 125