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Wofur kreist ihr um mich herum, Gedanken,
Den Dieben gleich im nachtlichen Gemach?
Bosartig, ominos wie Raubfalken-
Verlangt nach grusligem Vergeltungsschlag?

Die Hoffnung floh, die Traume sind gegangen
Und ich im Dunkeln, Augen breit gerissen,
Lies meine Worte, Taten und Gedanken
Mit starrem Blick- dem seltsamen, dem wilden.

Dafur, dass ich mit ruhigen Augen
Zu gro?en Siegen Fahrenden begleitet,
Dafur, dass ich mit hei?en Lippen
Den Mund gekusst, der keine Sunde kannte

Dass diese Hande, diese zarte Finger
Den Pflug nicht kannten, zu gebrechlich waren,
Dass meine Lieder- diese Landesstreicher
Versprachen viel, wehleidig, heiter klangen-

Dafur ist nun die Rachenzeit gekommen-
Durch Blinde wird mein Tempel jah gebrochen
Und die Gedanken, bose Raubfalken
Ersticken mich, wie Bettelnden im Dunkeln

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Евгений Бонвер
    My Thoughts
  • Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
  • Александр Бондарь
    My Thoughts
  • Болгарский
    Елеонора В. Княжева
  • Польский
    Тадеуш Рубникович
  • Грузинский
    Василий Гулеури

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