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Mark Twain The Lorelei English Arg-11-2 2003-10-13 04:42 mgr only this remove
L. W. Garnham The Lorelei English Arg-14-2 2003-10-11 23:04 mgr only this remove
Paul Gottfried Christaller [Ne scias mi, kio okazis] Esperanto Arg-1116-2 2010-09-13 10:03 Manfred only this add
N. N. 01 Lurleia Latin Arg-179-2 2010-02-11 14:00 Manfred only this remove
Joachim Gießner Lorelejo Esperanto Arg-1115-2 2010-09-15 12:51 Manfred only this add
Leopold Elb Lorelej' Esperanto Arg-71-2 2005-02-03 19:06 Manfred only this remove
Ludwig Lazarus Zamenhof Lorelej Esperanto Arg-565-2 2009-10-30 16:15 mgr only this add
Hans-Georg Kaiser Lorelay Esperanto Arg-564-2 2005-02-03 19:18 Manfred only this remove
Heinrich Heine * Die Lorelei German 1823 Arg-2-2 2014-04-23 18:09 Manfred only this add

Heinrich Heine,
Lurleia

 

Heinrich Heine,
Lorelej'

 

Heinrich Heine,
The Lorelei

 

Heinrich Heine,
The Lorelei

 

Heinrich Heine,
Lorelay

 
translated by N. N. 01   translated by Leopold Elb   translated by L. W. Garnham   translated by Mark Twain   translated by Hans-Georg Kaiser
 
    Tiu traduko estas poste iom modifita de
aliuloj, ne estas la origina traduk-versio
de Leopold Elb.
      An ancient legend of the Rhine    
 
Ignoro, quid id sibi velit,   Ne scias mi, kial mi estas   I do not know what it signifies.   I cannot divine what it meaneth,   Min kaptas malgaj' en la koro,
Tristissimus cur sim,   Malgaja en la kor’.   That I am so sorrowful?   This haunting nameless pain:   pro kio tia trist'?
Antiqui aevi fabellam   Antikva fabelo restas   A fable of old Times so terrifies,   A tale of the bygone ages   Fabel' el antikva foro
Cur saepe volverim.   Por ĉiam en mia memor’.   Leaves my heart so thoughtful.   Keeps brooding through my brain:   ne lasas de mi kun persist'.
 
Vesperascit et frigescit,   Vespero jam ekmalheliĝas,   The air is cool and it darkens,   The faint air cools in the gloaming,   Aere fridetas, trankvilas,
Et Rhenus leniter it,   Fluadas la Rejn’ en trankvil’,   And calmly flows the Rhine;   And peaceful flows the Rhine,   malhelas jam la Rejn'.
Cacumen montis lucescit,   La supro de l’ monto lumiĝas   The summit of the mountain hearkens   The thirsty summits are drinking   La monto surpinte brilas
Dum Phoebus occidit.   En vespersuna bril’.   In evening sunshine line.   The sunset's flooding wine;   vespere en rava scen'.
 
Sedet in summo montis   Belega knabino jen tronas   The most beautiful Maiden entrances   The loveliest maiden is sitting   Tre ĉarma feino sidas,
Virgo pulcherrima,   Kun ora juvelar’,   Above wonderfully there,   High-throned in yon blue air,   jen supre por ador';
Auro nitet gemma frontis,   La belan vizaĝon kronas   Her beautiful golden attire glances,   Her golden jewels are shining,   la ora ornamo ridas;
Se pectit auricoma.   Mirinde la ora harar’.   She combs her golden hair.   She combs her golden hair;   ŝi kombas harojn el or'.
 
Aureolo pectine pectit,   Ŝi uzas kombilon el oro   With golden comb so lustrous,   She combs with comb that is golden,   Ŝi kombas per ora kombilo
Carmen canens procul,   Kaj dume kantas ŝi.   And thereby a song sings,   And sings a weird refrain   kaj kantas kun pasi';
Mirandum id habet modum   Mirige tuŝas al koro   It has a tone so wondrous,   That steeps in a deadly enchantment   mirigas min la elbrilo
Nec non virilem simul.   Sorĉiga la melodi’.   That powerful melody rings.   The listener's ravished brain:   kaj forto de l' melodi'.
 
In cymba navitam mille   Kaj sopiregon eksentas   The shipper in the little ship   The doomed in his drifting shallop,   Ŝipisto ŝipeton gvidas,
Angores feri tenent,   Ŝipisto dum sia vetur’;   It effects with woe sad might;   Is tranced with the sad sweet tone,   lin kaptas ve' de ekzalt'.
Non videt scopulos ille,   Rifaron li ne priatentas,   He does not see the rocky slip,   He sees not the yawing breakers,   Li ja la rifojn ne vidas',
Ocli non si sursum vident.   Al monto rigardas li nur.   He only regards dreaded height.   He sees but the maid alone:   li vidas nur supren sen halt'.
 
Opinor undas devorare   Mi kredas, ke dronos finfine   I believe the turbulent waves   The pitiless billwos engulf him!-   Mi kredas, ke ondoj tiras
Nautam cum navicula,   Ŝipisto kun sia boat’,   Swallow the last shipper and boat;   So perish sailor and bark;   la ŝipon funden de l' Rejn';
Effecit solo canendo   Kaj tion kaŭzis feine   She with her singing craves   And this, with her baleful singing,   kaj tio de l' kant' eliras
Lurleia id dea.   La Loreleja kantad’.   All to visit her magic moat.   Is the Lorelei's gruesome work.   de Lorelaj-siren'.
 
Translation of the German poem "Die Lorelei"
by Heinrich Heine (*1797-12-13 -
†1856-02-17) into Latin by N. N.
01.

 
  Translation of the German poem "Die Lorelei"
by Heinrich Heine (*1797-12-13 -
†1856-02-17) into Esperanto by
Leopold Elb (†1912-08.04).

La traduko troviĝas sur paĝo 84 de la
lernolibro „Post la kurso“ de Wilhelm
kaj Hans Wingen, eldonita de Ludwig Pickel
en Nurembergo (Nürnberg), Germanio.
  Translation of the German poem "Die Lorelei"
by Heinrich Heine (*1797-12-13 -
†1856-02-17) into English by L. W.
Garnham.

L.W. Garnham, Bachelor of Arts, LEGENDS
OF THE RHINE;
mentioned in: A Tramp Abroad. Vol 1-2.
Leibzig: Tauchnitz, 1880 Band I, Mark
Twain 1880
  Translation of the German poem "Die Lorelei"
by Heinrich Heine (*1797-12-13 -
†1856-02-17) into English by Mark
Twain.

A Tramp Abroad. Vol 1-2. Leibzig: Tauchnitz,
1880 Band I, Mark Twain 1880
(rf. http://www.loreley.com/loreley/marctwai.htm)
  Translation of the German poem "Die Lorelei"
by Heinrich Heine (*1797-12-13 -
†1856-02-17) into Esperanto by
Hans-Georg Kaiser (Cezar, *1954-05-21).