Heinrich Heine <br /> <br /> <br />Auf Flügeln des Gesanges, <br />Herzliebchen, trag' ich dich fort, <br />Fort nach den Fluren des Ganges, <br />Dort weiß ich den schönsten Ort. <br /> <br />Dort liegt ein rotblühender Garten <br />Im stillen Mondenschein; <br />Die Lotosblumen erwarten <br />Ihr trautes Schwesterlein. <br /> <br />Die Veilchen kichern und kosen, <br />Und schaun nach den Sternen empor; <br />Heimlich erzählen die Rosen <br />Sich duftende Märchen ins Ohr. <br /> <br />Es hüpfen herbei und lauschen <br />Die frommen, klugen Gazell'n; <br />Und in der Ferne rauschen <br />Des heiligen Stromes Well'n. <br /> <br />Dort wollen wir niedersinken <br />Unter dem Palmenbaum, <br />Und Liebe und Ruhe trinken, <br />Und träumen seligen Traum. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />........................................................... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />On Wings of Song, <br />Sweetheart, I carry you away, <br />Away to the fields of the Ganges, <br />Where I know the most beautiful place. <br /> <br />There is a garden of red flax <br />In the quiet moonlight; <br />Expect the lotus flowers <br />Their charming little sister. <br /> <br />The violets giggle and cherish, <br />And gaze up at the stars; <br />Secretly tell the roses <br />Are fragrant fairy ear. <br /> <br />Hopping near and listen <br />the pious, wise gazelles; <br />And noise in the distance <br />The sacred river's waves. <br /> <br />There we will lay down <br />Under the palm tree <br />Peace and love and drink <br />And dream our blissful dream.
