by Titus Ulrich (1813 - 1891)
Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Die Fenster klär' ich zum Feiertag
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG ENG FRE
Die Fenster klär' ich zum Feiertag,
Daß sich die Sonn' drin spiegeln mag,
Und klär' und denke gar mancherlei.
Da geht er stolz vorbei!

So sehr muss ich da erschrocken sein,
Daß ich gleich brach in die Scheiben hinein,
Und gleich auch kam das Blut gerannt
Rot über meine Hand.

Und mag sie auch bluten, meine Hand,
Und mag mich auch schmerzen der böse Brand,
Hast einen Blick doch herauf geschickt,
Als laut das Glas geknickt.

Und in die Augen dir hab' ich gesehn;
Ach Gott, wie lang ist es nicht geschehn!
Hast mich ja nicht einmal angeblickt,
Als leis mein Herz geknickt!

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "De vensterruit", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Uri Liebrecht) , "The window pane", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The windowpane", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le carreau de la fenêtre", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Ted Perry

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 103

The windowpane
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
I clean the windows for the holiday,
That the sun might reflect itself therein,
And I clean and think of many things.
At that moment he walks proudly past!

I must have been so mightily startled
That I immediately broke through the windowpane,
And immediately too my blood welled forth,
Red over my hand.

And even if it bleeds, my hand,
And even if the burning pain hurts me,
It did cause you to look up,
When the glass cracked loudly.

And I looked into your eyes;
Ah God, how long had that not happened!
For you did not even look at me,
When my heart quietly broke!

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2013 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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This text was added to the website: 2013-07-03
Line count: 16
Word count: 108