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Die Lorelei
(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)

Die Lorelei

I know not its significance
Yet, sadness is in my mind ...
There's a fairy tail from times past
Its message left behind.

The air is cool as light recedes
And calmly flows the Rhine;
The peak of a nearby mountain glows
In the diurnal Sun's decline.

Above a chaste woman sits
Radiant and quite unaware;
With golden jewelry flashing
She combs her golden hair.

She strokes it with a glittering comb,
As she toils a song?s befalling.
A song of torment, a song of woe
With a melody enthralling.

Her song is heard by the boatmen near
Who are seized with grief and pain
And tho' there are dangerous rocks nearby
To her visage and song they strain.

So, the boat is lost and the boatmen, too
Engulfed, as the shores came nigh
By the beautiful face and enticing refrain,
The song of the Lorelei.


(translated by David Doggett, 2011)

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How can I find the original German text of the poem Die Lorelei
Combs Out Her Perfumed Shiny Long Hair In Net Strands stunning beauty which shock stops the heart freezes the faint surprised mind senseless such beauty does not always bring happiness all share unhappiness which has no favourites; stray souls like moths flock to beautiful faces people feast eyes in sudden lust fever passions infatuation fresh purity beauty love calls calls a sensitive woman crowds who innocently combs; out her shiny long hair in perfumed net strands as she sings as passers by strain to catch words in torment woe her heart lost in mourning toils; strain to catch each word sad enthralling blinds hear a siren voice sing grief pain in her despair sorrow slays her heart her words mist air do spear; Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Die Lorelei' by the poet Heinrich Heine. Dedicated to the poet Henrich Heine.
'Above a chaste woman sits Radiant and quite unaware; With golden jewelry flashing She combs her golden hair.' such beauty does not always bring happiness, all share unhappiness which has no favourites, but we floak to hear good music and strain to catch each word enthralling, nice lines