by Friedrich Hölderlin (1770 - 1843)
Translation © by Guy Laffaille

Mit gelben Birnen hänget
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT ENG ENG FRE FRE IRI
Mit gelben Birnen hänget
Und voll mit wilden Rosen
Das Land in den See,
Ihr holden Schwäne,
Und trunken von Küssen
[[Tunkt]1 ihr das Haupt
Ins heilignüchterne Wasser.]2

Weh mir, wo nehm' ich, wenn
Es Winter ist, die Blumen, und wo
Den Sonnenschein,
Und Schatten der Erde?
Die Mauern [stehn]3
Sprachlos und kalt, im Winde
Klirren die Fahnen.

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1 Müller: "Taucht"
2 omitted by Ligeti
3 Cerha: "stehen"

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "La meitat de la vida", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The middle of life", copyright ©
  • ENG English [singable] (Walter A. Aue) , "Midlife", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le milieu de la vie", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , "Mi-temps de la vie", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • IRI Irish (Gaelic) [singable] (Gabriel Rosenstock) , "Leath an tSaoil", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Le milieu de la vie
Language: French (Français)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Avec des poires jaunes
Et pleine de roses sauvages
Se tient la terre au-dessus du lac,
Vous, beaux cygnes,
Enivrés de baisers
Vous plongez la tête
Dans l'eau sacrée et sobre.

Malheur à moi, où vais-je trouver quand
L'hiver sera là, les fleurs et
L'éclat du soleil,
Et l'ombre de la terre ?
Les murs se tiennent
Muets et froids, dans le vent
grincent les girouettes.

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Text added to the website: 2012-10-26 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:05:05
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Word count: 66