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Heinrich Heine | * Die Lorelei | German | 1823 | Arg-2-2 | 2014-04-23 18:09 Manfred | only this add |
Hans-Georg Kaiser | Lorelay | Esperanto | Arg-564-2 | 2005-02-03 19:18 Manfred | only this add | |
Ludwig Lazarus Zamenhof | Lorelej | Esperanto | Arg-565-2 | 2009-10-30 16:15 mgr | only this add | |
Leopold Elb | Lorelej' | Esperanto | Arg-71-2 | 2005-02-03 19:06 Manfred | only this add | |
Joachim Gießner | Lorelejo | Esperanto | Arg-1115-2 | 2010-09-15 12:51 Manfred | only this add | |
N. N. 01 | Lurleia | Latin | Arg-179-2 | 2010-02-11 14:00 Manfred | only this remove | |
Paul Gottfried Christaller | [Ne scias mi, kio okazis] | Esperanto | Arg-1116-2 | 2010-09-13 10:03 Manfred | only this add | |
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 |
Heinrich Heine, | Heinrich Heine, | Heinrich Heine, | ||
translated by N. N. 01 | translated by Mark Twain | translated by L. W. Garnham | ||
An ancient legend of the Rhine | ||||
Ignoro, quid id sibi velit, | I cannot divine what it meaneth, | I do not know what it signifies. | ||
Tristissimus cur sim, | This haunting nameless pain: | That I am so sorrowful? | ||
Antiqui aevi fabellam | A tale of the bygone ages | A fable of old Times so terrifies, | ||
Cur saepe volverim. | Keeps brooding through my brain: | Leaves my heart so thoughtful. | ||
Vesperascit et frigescit, | The faint air cools in the gloaming, | The air is cool and it darkens, | ||
Et Rhenus leniter it, | And peaceful flows the Rhine, | And calmly flows the Rhine; | ||
Cacumen montis lucescit, | The thirsty summits are drinking | The summit of the mountain hearkens | ||
Dum Phoebus occidit. | The sunset's flooding wine; | In evening sunshine line. | ||
Sedet in summo montis | The loveliest maiden is sitting | The most beautiful Maiden entrances | ||
Virgo pulcherrima, | High-throned in yon blue air, | Above wonderfully there, | ||
Auro nitet gemma frontis, | Her golden jewels are shining, | Her beautiful golden attire glances, | ||
Se pectit auricoma. | She combs her golden hair; | She combs her golden hair. | ||
Aureolo pectine pectit, | She combs with comb that is golden, | With golden comb so lustrous, | ||
Carmen canens procul, | And sings a weird refrain | And thereby a song sings, | ||
Mirandum id habet modum | That steeps in a deadly enchantment | It has a tone so wondrous, | ||
Nec non virilem simul. | The listener's ravished brain: | That powerful melody rings. | ||
In cymba navitam mille | The doomed in his drifting shallop, | The shipper in the little ship | ||
Angores feri tenent, | Is tranced with the sad sweet tone, | It effects with woe sad might; | ||
Non videt scopulos ille, | He sees not the yawing breakers, | He does not see the rocky slip, | ||
Ocli non si sursum vident. | He sees but the maid alone: | He only regards dreaded height. | ||
Opinor undas devorare | The pitiless billwos engulf him!- | I believe the turbulent waves | ||
Nautam cum navicula, | So perish sailor and bark; | Swallow the last shipper and boat; | ||
Effecit solo canendo | And this, with her baleful singing, | She with her singing craves | ||
Lurleia id dea. | Is the Lorelei's gruesome work. | All to visit her magic moat. | ||
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 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 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 |