Schlaflied
Language:
German
Translation(s):
ENG
DUT
Es mahnt der Wald, es ruft der Strom:
"Du liebes Bübchen, zu uns komm!"
Der Knabe kommt, und staunt, und weilt,
Und ist von jedem Schmerz geheilt.
Aus Büschen flötet Wachtelschlag,
Mit irren Farben spielt der Tag;
Auf Blümchen rot, auf Blümchen blau
Erglänzt des Himmels feuchter Tau.
Ins frische Gras legt er sich hin,
Läßt über sich die Wolken ziehn,
An seine Mutter angeschmiegt,
Hat ihn der Traumgott eingewiegt.
Authorship
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Lullaby
Language:
English
The woods exhort, the stream calls clear,
Dear youngling, join our pleasures here.
Entranced, the boy comes through the field,
He stands, and all his hurts are healed.
A quail pipes from the hedge. The day
Diverts itself with colors gay;
On blossoms red, on blossoms blue,
Heaven shakes its sparkling dew.
He makes the grassy bank his bed,
White clouds are drifting overhead;
In Mother Nature's lap he seems,
Lulled to sleep by the god of dreams.
Authorship
 Translation from German to English copyright © by T. P. Perrin, tpperrin (AT) pronetisp.net, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. Please contact the copyright-holder when requesting permission to reprint.
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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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