by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)
Translation © by Ferdinando Albeggiani

Frühling übers Jahr
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG FRE ITA
Das Beet, schon lockert
Sich's in die Höh,
Da wanken Glöckchen
So weiß wie Schnee;
Safran entfaltet
Gewalt'ge Gluth,
Smaragden keimt es
Und keimt wie Blut.
Primeln stolzieren
So naseweis,
Schalkhafte Veilchen,
Versteckt mit Fleiß;
Was auch noch alles
Da regt und webt,
Genug, der Frühling,
Er wirkt und lebt.
 
Doch was im Garten
Am reichsten blüht,
Das ist des Liebchens
Lieblich Gemüth.
Da glühen Blicke
Mir immerfort,
Erregend Liedchen,
Erheiternd Wort.
Ein immer offen,
Ein Blüthenherz,
Im Ernste freundlich
Und rein im Scherz.
Wenn Ros' und Lilie
Der Sommer bringt,
Er doch vergebens
Mit Liebchen ringt.

Confirmed with Goethe’s poetische und prosaische Werke in zwei Bänden, Erster Band, Stuttgart und Tübingen: Verlag der J.G. Cotta'schen Buchhandlung, 1836, pages 19-20


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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Springtime throughout the year", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le printemps tout au long de l'année", first published 1892, copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Ormai l'aiuola, si fa morbida e cresce!", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Ormai l'aiuola, si fa morbida e cresce!
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Ormai l'aiuola, 
si fa morbida e cresce!
Le campanule oscillano 
bianche come neve;
Lo zafferano mostra 
il suo colore più acceso,
di smeraldo o rosso 
sangue sono i germogli;
Le primule si pavoneggiano 
in modo sfacciato,
Le furbe violette, 
si tengono ben nascoste;
Qualunque cosa a vita 
si risvegli o agiti,
E' primavera, 
che è viva ed agisce.

Ma ciò che di più bello 
fiorisce nel giardino,
E' l'animo soave 
dell'amore mio.
Sempre si volge a me 
con espressione ardente,
con canzoncine toccanti, 
con parole allegre,
sempre aperto è il suo 
cuore in fiore,
amichevole nella serietà 
e puro negli scherzi.
Se pure l'estate porterà 
rose e gigli,
sarà vana la contesa 
con l'amata mia.

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Text added to the website: 2013-05-13 00:00:00
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