| SLÂFST DU, FRIEDEL ZIERE? ... | ART THOU, DEAREST, YET A-SLEEPING? ... |
| Dietmar von Aist | trans. Ernest A.Seemann |
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Slâfst du, friedel ziere? man weckt uns leider schiere: ein vogellïn sô wol getân daz ist der linden an daz zwï gegân. Ich was vil sanfte entslâfen: nu rüefstu kint wâfen. liep âne leit mac niht gesïn. swaz du gebiutst, daz leiste ich, friundin mïn. Diu frouwe begunde weinen. di rïtst and lâst mich eine. wenne wilt du wider her zuo mir? owê du füerst min fröide sament dir! |
Art thou, dearest, yet a-sleeping? We rose too early, without weeping A little bird left its abode To flutter to the oak tree's node. 'Twas I who safely slumbered, Thou cry'st out, grief-encumbered Love without woe is not the best. Command me, dearest, thy behest. The woman melted with a tear: Thou partest, I am yearning here When come'st thou back again to me Alas, thou take'st my bliss with thee. |
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Trans. copyright © Ernest A.Seemann 2005