| Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916. | | | | Under the Linden-tree | | By Walter von der Vogelweide (1170–1228) |
| | | UNDER the linden-tree | |
| Upon the heath, | |
| There I lay with him.—Alas, | |
| When you go there, you’ll see | |
| The flowers beneath | 5 |
| Crushed and trodden with the grass. | |
| By the forest in the dale, | |
| Tandarady! | |
| Sweetly sang the nightingale. | |
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| I strolled unto the green: | 10 |
| My lover true | |
| Was waiting there impatiently. | |
| Such welcome ne’er was seen— | |
| Ah, if you knew! | |
| My heart still throbs in ecstasy. | 15 |
| Kisses?—Thousands—more!—he took: | |
| Tandarady! | |
| See, how red my lips now look! | |
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| How he caressed me there, | |
| If anyone | 20 |
| Should know: alas, how I should blush! | |
| And all our pastime fair! | |
| Ah, none, none, none | |
| Shall know, but he and I—hush, hush!— | |
| And the birdie on the tree. | 25 |
| Tandarady! | |
| May that ever silent be! | | | | |
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