occasional poems
To Herr Heinrich Schützen, on his dearest wife's farewell
O you Orpheus of our times,
whom Thalia taught
Its song and golden strings
Phebus himself hears with joy,
Then what is the point of complaining?
Can fear chase away death?
voice your lute again,
Better let the organ go
let your songs ring out
should your love still be with you,
Should she live again
And give yourself back to you.
give her through your lovely singing,
What death has brought;
Let the sweet sound ring
Made Eäger's son
And so artificially sang,
That he forced night and death.
The famous songs remain
when we've long since died;
What through them cannot stick,
Anyone who dies like that only has to die
And spoil his praise with him.
praise your dearest virtue,
speak of kindness
From the grace of her youth
From the pleasant time
which you enjoyed with her,
Before they decide the time.
We also want to agree with you,
Want eager next to you
Climb to the blue clouds
That they live forever and ever
Through the art of learned strings,
O you Orpheus of our times.
O you Orpheus of our times,
Whom Thalia taught
Whose song and golden strings
Phebus himself hears with pleasure,
Then what is the purpose of complaining?
Can fear drive away death?
Voice your sounds again
Better let the organ go
Let your songs resound
Should your love still be with you
Should she live anew
And reproduce yourself dirr.
Through your lovely singing give her
What death has brought;
Let the sweet note sound
Made the Eager's son
And sang so artificially
That he forced night and death.
The famous songs remain
When we died long ago;
What cannot be retained through them,
Whoever dies like this just has to die
And spoil his praise with him.
Praise your dearest virtue,
Say of kindness
From the grace of her youth
Of the pleasant time
Which you enjoyed with her,
Before they decided the time.
We also want to agree with you
Want to be next to you
Climb to the blue clouds
That they live for and for
Through the art of learned strings,
O you Orpheus our times.
echo or reverberation
This place, completely surrounded by trees,
Since nothing but fruit and shadows float,
As sadness disposes
Since everything lies desolate and desolate,
Since the sun does not depart either,
As poisonous vermin stalk,
Since no water is poured at all,
As that flows out of my eyes
Since no light at all is not recognized,
Than my heart burns
to be comfortable,
Since I lament from my torment, [8]
From my pain and deepest suffering,
that now I shall part from myself;
But before the desired death
With joy relieves my need,
I want to complain of my love
And, although in vain, ask
Then there is no one who consoles me
Because I mourn so deeply?
O Echo, become only you alone
Henceforth comfort me, and no other?
How should she read my Brandt,
Is she still unknown to me?
But she doesn't want to understand
Let me go in fear without indulgence.
Is my sorrow lost?
Who should I thank with the time?
So now it is necessary that I bury
The fire, and the hour endure?
If I should wait too long
Does something help my impatience?
Maybe I'd like to die before
Because I walk in the greatest misery?
So I follow your advice badly,
I hope everything will be fine and right.
Now I am relieved of many hardships
And felt good consolation.
you uninhabited sadness,
You hedges full of my suffering,
You black caves and you deserts,
Since owls, adders, snakes nest,
You desolate place, have a good time;
I am full of joy for sorrows,
For Darkweet I look for the suns,
A cool fountain for Threnen:
who gave me such consolation,
It's like she can't lie.
(From : Worldly Poems, Miscellaneous Poems of Young People)
This place, all surrounded by trees,
Since nothing but fruit and shadows float,
As sadness decides
Since everything is desolate and desolate,
Since the sun does not fade either,
Since poisonous vermin creeps,
Since there is no water at all
As that flows upon my eyes
Since no light is not recognized
When my heart burns
Wants me to be comfortable
Since I complain of my pain
From my pain and deepest suffering
That I shall now part from me;
But before the desired death
Relieve my misery with joy,
I want to complain of my love
And, whether completely in vain, ask
Then there is no one who comforts me
Because I mourn so deeply?
Oh echo, only you will be alone
From now on comfort me, and no other?
How should she put out my fire
Is it still unknown to me?
But she doesn't want to understand
Makes me go in fear without indulgences.
If my sorrow is lost
Who should I thank in time?
So now it is necessary for me to be buried
The fire and the hour stop?
If I have to wait too long
Will something help my impatience?
Maybe I would like to die before
Because I am going in the greatest misery?
So I follow your advice badly,
Hope everything will be fine and right.
Now I am relieved of many hardships
And I felt good consolation.
You uninhabited sadness
Your hedges full of my sorrow
You black halls and you deserts,
As owls, fathers, and snakes nest,
You dreamy place, you wished;
I am full of joy for sadness
For darkness I look for the suns
A cool fountain for tears:
Who gave me such consolation,
Is such that she cannot lie.
elegy
As the sun has gone into the sea,
And the starry head of the night breaks
Are men, cattle and wild animals as it were without life,
The moon hardly shines with half the light.
I, although everything is asleep, must keep awake without ceasing
From many days ago, and wander without rest;
Is the whole world already freed from their things,
So I can't close my eyes to love and fear.
You too, Asterie, were killed by the slack,
Furth of the day's work, the likeness of death;
Since the Zehren brook penetrates from both my eyes,
Are you filled with gentle Rhu on your bed.
Like when Delia hid in the woods
Is washed by slack, and falls into the green grass,
And as the nymphs lie down towards morning,
After the night dance has made her tired and leave:
They surely rest by a fresh fountain,
The trees hold their light at dawn;
So that they don't wake up immediately from the sun,
The thick forest covers them; But Pan does not sleep.
He walks, he calls, he screams with longing desire,
That his voice resounds through bushes, mountains and valleys,
And they are gently embraced with sweet dreams;
The pan answers only the mere re-shal:
You too, my life, are asleep, I must wallow in distress,
You are in good Rhu, I wake up for and for,
Bit me the last death will finally overtake,
For whom I was longingly here at your door.
(From : Worldly Poems, Miscellaneous Poems of Young People)
When the sun has gone into the sea,
And the starry head of the night breaks
Are people, cattle and game as if without life,
The moon also hardly shines with half a light.
I have to watch without stopping if everyone is asleep
From many days ago, and tumble without rest;
The whole world has already been freed from its things
So I don't turn a blind eye to love and fear.
You too, Asteria, were killed by all the limp,
The daily work of Furth, the image of death;
Since the Zehren brook penetrates out of both eyes,
Are you filled with a gentle rhythm on your bed.
How when did Delia hide in the forest
Is woken up by the sleep, and falls into the green grass,
And as the nymphs lay down towards morning,
After the night dance made her tired and let her:
You will surely rest by a fresh fountain,
The trees stop when the dawn is light;
That they do not immediately wake up from the sun,
The thick forest covers them; But Pan is not sleeping.
He goes, he calls, he screams with longing
That his voice resounds through bushes, mountains and valleys,
And they are pleasantly enveloped in a sweet dream;
Only the mere re-scarf answers the Pan:
You too, my life, are asleep, I must wallow in trouble,
You are in good Rhu, I watch for and for,
Bite me the last death will finally invade
To whom I was longingly waiting here at your door.
That poetry is immortal
What are you throwing, despicable envy, writing to me for the pleasure
Of Venus, and to cast out youth with her?
I don't respect you, you love vanity:
My praise and name will resound far and wide.
Cupid leads me into a green desert,
Since the poet Volck, far from desire and lust,
Former times lived like the first world,
Know nothing of the cities, and live around the fields.
The nymphs will put the laurel wreath on my head,
Erato will delight in my verses;
As far as the green lust and high forests go,
So far my poem will stand on every tree.
You places full of joy, your abode of shepherds,
Your streams, your maple trees, your springs, you tender myrtles,
Your valleys, your mountains, you flowers and your stones,
Your dwelling house of all Rhu, I wish to be with you,
Nowhere else but with you; obsessed with your lust
I want to forget what is earthly and myself.
Like Perseus when he first sees Andromeda,
In the midst of the air was enraptured by her draws,
So that he could scarcely govern the steed,
So no other love of yours shall lead me,
Until the last death catches me here unexpectedly,
And Venus buries me where her Adonis lie.
(From : Worldly Poems, Miscellaneous Poems of Young People)
What do you throw, disgraceful envy, to write to me for pleasure
About Venus, and driving away the youth with her?
I don't respect you, you love vanity:
My praise and name will be heard far and wide.
Cupid leads me into a green desert,
Since the poets folk, far from desire and lust,
The past lived like the first world,
Know nothing of the cities and live around the field.
The nymphs will put the laurel crown on me,
Erato will delight in my verses;
As far as green lust and high forests go
That is how far my poem will stand on every tree.
Your place full of joy, your shepherds' stay,
Their brook, their maple trees, their source, their tender myrtle trees,
Their valleys, their mountains, their flowers and their stones,
Your homeland of peace, I wish to be with you,
Nowhere else but with you; obsessed with your lust
I want to forget the earthly and myself.
Like Perseus when he first saw Andromedes,
Was enraptured by her drawing in the middle of the air,
So that he could scarcely rule the horse,
No other love should lead me from you either,
Bite me the last death here all of a sudden,
And Venus buries me where her Adonis lies.
odes and songs
2
Happy to him who is far from high things
Set your foot on the path of simplicity;
Whoever wants to swing his courage too high
It even bumps up against it slightly.
Everyone praise his mind
I love my shepherdess.
A high castle is struck by the blows
Whose mighty thunder touches more;
If you want to go far, you often fall off the path
And is seduced by his pride.
Everyone praise his mind
I love my shepherdess.
On the great sea are great waves,
Lots of cliffs, storm and hard wind;
Whoever is wise stays with the sources,
Who are in the green woods.
Everyone praise his mind
I love my shepherdess.
If Phyllis doesn't have gold and treasure,
So she has what I like;
With which I amuse my mind,
Is not bought for goods and money.
Everyone praise his mind
I love my shepherdess.
One stands at the gates of rich people
Very often and yet seldom comes;
With her there is no need of words,
What is hers is no less mine.
Everyone praise his mind
I love my shepherdess.
Don't glare at her with expensive things,
So the light of her eyes shines:
Hoffart must make many beautiful ones,
Your bad appearance doesn't bother me.
Everyone praise his mind
I love my shepherdess.
If she is not of high status,
So she is still out of the world;
If she doesn't have a seat in the country,
She herself is a wide field to me.
Everyone praise his mind
I love my shepherdess.
Anyone who wants may fly in the air,
My goal does not extend that far;
I'll be content with that
What does not try and yet pleases
And praise my mind,
And my beautiful shepherdess.
3
Now the night is coming,
cattle and men are set free,
The desired rest goes on;
My concern is approaching.
Beautiful shines the moonlight
And the little golden stars;
Happy is everything far and wide,
I'm just in sadness.
Two are missing everywhere
By the beautiful number of stars;
These stars that I mean
Is the dearest sight.
I don't ask about the moon
Tunckel is the light of the stars,
Because turned away from me
Asteris, my firmament.
But when leans toward me
This my sun puller,
I think it's the best
That no star nor moon shines.
4
Compt, let's walk out
to be heard through the forest,
the birds make music,
The mountains and valleys resound.
For him who can sing freely
Like you, you folk of the air;
May his voice swing
To the one he hopes for.
I will not be heard
I scream right away without Rhu;
who teaches me to sing like this
Plug your own ears.
Better for him who lives freely,
like you, you light crowd,
does not float in comfort and fear,
Is out of danger.
You will be bypassed
But if you are valued,
I'm caught by
which mine does not desire.
You can still find means
escape from pain,
She must bind me even more
Should I be redeemed?
7
Oh love, let's hurry
We have time,
It hurts us to linger
Both of us.
The gifts of noble beauty
flee foot by foot,
that all we have
must go.
The cheek puller fades,
the hair turns gray
The fire of the eyes gives way,
The heat turns to ice.
Coral's little mouth
becomes misshapen,
The hands fall as snow,
And you're getting old
Now let's enjoy
the fruit of youth,
Before we have to follow
The flight of the years.
where you love yourself
so love me
Give me that when you give
I lose too.
12
I almost feel dread
That I, Plato, for and for
I sat over you;
It's time to look outside
And itself at the fresh springs
to walk in the green,
Where the beautiful flowers are
And the fishermen make nets.
What is the purpose of studying
Than too much trouble?
Under it runs the brook
of our lives that we lead
Before we realize
towards her last end,
Then come without spirit and sense
All this in the earth.
Hola, boy, go and ask
Where the best drink may be
Take the jug and fill it with wine.
All mourning, suffering and lamentation
As we humans have every day
Ere Clotho snatched us away,
I want in the sweet juice,
Bury the one the grape gives.
Also buy melons.
And don't forget the sugar;
Just make sure nothing breaks.
He may spare the Heller,
The one with his gold and treasures
Great ones used to crunch
And don't lie down to bed full;
I want to, because I can, let myself go.
Please my good brothers
Up the music and a glass;
Nothing is suitable, thin me, bass,
As a trunk and good songs.
I don't leave much to inherit
Hey, I have fine wine;
Will be merry with others,
When I must die alone.
16
To eSAIAS SAVER
Spring has come four times;
The winter time has four times
Taken from the woods
her green summer dress,
Since we've been brought
In the faithful friendship order.
How many days have passed
inner joy and good desire,
When we watered our senses
With Lyaeus his fare;
But not like the rough Scythians,
Who fill up the whole belly.
Like a boatman on the edge
Leading his crooked boat [39]
And not far from the country,
When he feels strong waves
It must be the same with drinking
Let's not sink.
we see jumping in the shell,
Reluctantly, your clear wine,
Can we conquer ourselves
That we'll be sober for a long time?
Everything that offends us must
Sunk into the wine cask.
Then when we took so much
That the pleasant juice
Something in the forehead has come
Then heart and tongue get strength,
Everything is left out
What we like and what we hate.
Why this should be avoided
why that couldn't be
Why so and so envy us
That only false appearance
of the mind emits,
Heartily hates and verbally loves.
O you mats, O you meadows,
You mountains, which we
calling from the old giants,
O you warm baths you,
You Napäen have heard
What is often a come to us.
So pleases us here on earth
A nice glass and a nice book
Until we get enveloped
In a piece of linen cloth. [40]
'Cause we don't take more with us
Should we then grieve a lot?
we won't leave anything else
(Then about property
No one will hit and hate)
So there remains a good reputation
Because death cannot die for us
And no man buy with money.
You run away with a free rein
The path of honored praise
Through the wings of the high eagle,
Who has you at your service
And I also want to lift higher
Give me helm, shield and nobility.
These are the poison and gifts
who envy us above all,
When we're buried long
Should lift at any time;
Make these treasures and goods
That we laugh at scorn and hatred.
When the envy of a thousand tongues
Had outstretched hostilely
And come up to us
But that's how we stay hidden
In the shadow of goodness and virtue,
Since no envy can guess.
Well now, with the condition
Let's stay as we are!
Since I'll bring it to you then
This great ship full of wine
that you should no longer be thirsty,
To the health of our prince.
10
I can go to you
Now when I want, my fatherland,
Now I'm free from life
Where there is no happiness and permanence;
But the bond of love still protects me,
Which I too weak to resist.
I turned to you before
There was no place I didn't like better;
Now all lust has ended
After which I long for my heart,
What everyone argues against
Completely blinded by his grace.
Before when the dawn laughed
And was seen on her way,
So I greeted her when I woke up;
Now it's all done
Because I can only praise my love
And always contemplate their draws.
I'm planning to go to the cool rivers
And clear fountains joined me;
The roses, lilies and daffodils
I loved for everything in the world;
Now I know a lot a beautiful Feldt,
And I hope you can still enjoy it.
You birches and you high linden trees,
You deserts and you quiet forest,
Live well with your deep reasons
And green meadows varied;
My consolation and best stay
Is to be found elsewhere than with you.
13
The same one this night
first has brought his life,
Just died like them
who are long gone,
And their corpses and bones
A thousand years ago are spoiled.
Man dies in time or late,
As soon as he blessed
So he is buried in the sand
And lies down with the long Rhu.
when ear and eye are already closed,
Who is thinking of the world?
The soul alone and bare
Flies when she gets rid of her body,
to heaven, where she was led.
As for this vile body,
Nothing will come of him but Stanck and Poison,
How beautiful he was before, felt.
There is no more spirit in him,
The flesh fell off, the skin crumbled,
Every hair that must fly away;
And what I respect more to be
That one doesn't suit anyone
whom he used to love for everything.
Death covets nothing, ever;
Drumb, because now I can still wish
So I just want to choose one
healthy body and right mind;
Afterwards, when I'm already cold,
I'll commend the rest to God.
Homerus, Sappho, Pindarus, Anacreon, Hesiodus
And others are without worries,
Now you talk to her what you want;
So, people say a lot about me right away,
Who knows, it will happen the day after tomorrow.
But where does the wish serve,
Than that a man without all Rhu
Consuming only itself day and night?
Anyone who wishes is always offended;
He who is dead is without all suffering.
Oh, blessed is he who desires nothing more!
14
Oh good for him who has the right time
In all things see
And not after what is ready
Gone is striving
He knows what to love
And what he shall leave;
He lives free and always well
And don't hate yourself.
The goddess of opportunity
is only forden with hair,
The neck is always bare;
So don't let her drive,
because you have them by the forehead,
The day is dying down
The hours run without rest,
And don't come back at all
16
Be happy, let go of sorrow,
Sunshine follows rain;
Finally there is happiness
After romping a good look.
Before the harsh winter has itself
At us fiercely shows,
The whole world territory deep
slept in a hard dream.
But now the light of the sun
Breaks out with full brilliance
And where the sky rises higher
Even everything appears cheerful,
The frosty ice must go away
The snow can no longer stand
Favonius, the gentle wind
finds himself back in the fields,
The seed springs up with power,
The grass is green in all its glory,
The trees sprout again
The flowers emerge.
The cattle in fields intimately,
The game in Püschen is happy,
The flock of birds happily swings
And sweetly in the air sings:
So you also stop mourning,
My heart, and let your hesitation be
Trust God and believe
That he does not forsake his own.
Ulysses too, the free hero,
After spending ten years in the field
Tried his might before Troy,
Moved another ten years while fleeing.
By adversity in the sea
Was he tossed to and fro,
Nor did he remain steadfast at all times
In need and death, in love and sorrow.
Circe with magic
Never brought him to her favor;
Even the siren's sweet mouth
And harps don't keep him kunt.
He finally threw himself
The heavy yoke of rough life,
Penelopene he found again
And Ithacene, his fatherland.
So you are also confident, my heart,
And survive the joke of fortune,
Trust God, just watch out for him;
That doesn't bring hope to shame.
SUN
7. Via the Queckbrunnen to Buntzlau in Silesia
Thou inexhaustible lust, Thou dwelling house of all joys,
You bath of the Naiads, you delicious Fonteyn,
As lovely as milk and wine spring from you,
In whose green lust the sheep graze safely,
let me avoid the excess of vanity,
Be free of worries at your source here,
So that the sun's hot glow never again
Nor your clear stream what turbid do offend.
I wish to be with you, with you, my fatherland,
Here now I have turned all my courage and mind,
The whole world is mine by your beautiful rivers;
From now on my hand shall raise you up:
As far as the great Rein and Danube flow,
You, you noble fountain, will be known in the same way.
You inexhaustible lust, you dwelling house of all joys,
You bath of the Naiads, you delicious Fonteyn,
As lovely as milk and wine spring from you,
In whose green lust the sheep will safely grace,
Let me avoid the excess of vanity,
Be free of worries from your source,
That the sun's hot glow will never
Nor do you offend your clear brook what troubled you.
With you I wish to be, with you, my fatherland,
Here now I have turned my courage and my mind
The whole world is to me by your beautiful rivers;
Drumb should lift you up my hand from now on:
As far as the great Rein and Danube pour out,
Will you, you noble source, be known in the same way.
7. TO THE BEES
You honey birds, you of the violas
And roses deprived of the wonderfully sweet juice,
Who drew her strength from the green clover,
Who stole from her the beautiful field so often and so much,
You field dwellers, what do you want to fetch?
That, if you still have little benefit at the moment,
Because you are concerned with man's servitude,
And you have to pay them mostly the honey?
Compt, compt to my love, on her rose mouth,
who has deeply wounded my sick heart,
Then you should break heavenly food too;
But if anyone they wil put in danger,
And do her harm, to whom you shall be a strong flock
Be gall to honey, and stab him to death.
You honey birds, those of the violas
And roses said the wonderfully sweet juice,
Who withdrew its strength from the green clover,
You who steal the beautiful field so often and much,
You field inhabitants, what are you going to get
That, if you still have little use at the time,
Because you manage that human being with servitude,
And most of the honey has to be paid to them?
Compt, Compt to my love, open her rose mouth,
Who wounded my sick heart deeply,
You should also break the food from heaven unnecessarily;
But when someone will put them in danger
And do her a leer, to whom ye should be a strong crowd
Be gall for honey, and sting him to death.
11.
In the midst of pain and fear, in such heavy trains,
Never heard anything like it in such a time
As good faith dies, as discord, wrath and envy die
Full of bloody lust heaped to the field,
Since it is harmless to bend court and justice,
Since vices are virtues, how far am I so far
Sunk in folly? dearest kindness,
Her bleeding face, her pleasant wars,
Your essence, action and manner, that is what I want
Just imagined and boast for and for.
See your sorrow, see your misery and yet love nothing but?
Those who are smarter than me are smuggled into Clausen.
You musts, let me go; it has to be finally
What else or yes nothing is no longer written.
In the midst of pain and fear, in such heavy features,
Never heard of such a thing in such a time
Since good faith dies, there is discord, grim and envy
Lie heaped in the field full of bloody desire,
Since it is harmless to bend judgment and justice,
Since vice is virtue, how far am I?
Sun in folly? Dearest friendliness,
Her blooming face, her pleasant war,
Your essence, action and nature, that's what I look for
Just imagined and boast for and for.
That sorrow, that sorrow to see and yet nothing but love?
Those who are smarter than me are smuggled into Clausen.
You must, let me go; it must finally be
Something different or nothing at all is no longer written.
15. To dearest Fatherland
I made this mistake in my pier
Greened Wüsteney, like Germany was busy
To be his murderer himself, since Herdt and also Altar
Was reduced to ashes by sad beginnings
The bloody desire, because whole peoples senses
And Tichten was reversed, since all vices flock,
Murder, fornication, indulgence and triegen all together
The place of the old honor and virtue held inside.
So that the bad time would now be passed,
I want to turn to easy rhymes here.
Mars follows love by laughing at tears;
My war is to be praised, and his to be shamed;
Then mine will be satisfied by two people's battle,
Many thousands cannot end the others.
I made this forgotten in my Pierinnen
Greened Wüsteney, like Germany was bustling
To be his own murderer, there Herdt and also Altar
It was laid in ashes by a sad beginning
The bloody desire, there all the Volker senses
And Tichten was perverted, when all vices were flocked,
Murder, fornication, indulgence and trifling all over the place
The place of old honor and virtue was kept inside.
So that the bad times would now be brought
Did I want you to turn to easy rhymes here.
Mars does love to laugh at tears;
My war is praiseworthy, and it is to be desecrated;
Then mine will be satisfied by two people's battle,
The other cannot end even many thousands.
9. PICK A KISS | ALSO partly from Dutch
To all my distress, to so much fear and lamentation,
To sighs, alas and woe, to supreme sadness,
To that through which my heart feels its deep sorrow,
My love won't move me to refuse one thing.
I can certainly say good luck
It finally came, the much desired time,
And has pleased my heart and mind with a kiss;
I finally carried that favor away.
The dew, the sweet dew that floats on the lips,
That refreshes Marc and Bein, so that my spirit still lives,
Can remove all my fears and sorrows from me.
You gods, you look here at us humans,
If this joy and consolation doesn't bring me any trouble,
The kiss is well sold for such misery and sorrow.
On all my needs, on so much fear and complaints,
To see, alas and woes, to the greatest sadness,
On what my heart felt his deep sorrow,
But my love moves me not to refuse one thing.
I can certainly say of good luck,
It finally came, the very much desired time,
And gave me heart and soul with a kiss;
I finally carried away this favor.
The dew, the sweet dew that hovers on the lips,
Who refreshes Marck and Bein, so my spirit is still alive,
Can separate all my fears and sorrows from me.
You gods, you who look here to us humans,
Doesn't this joy and consolation turn into any complaint,
The kiss is well sold for such Noth and Leyden.
EPIGRAMS
1. From the Lord of Pibrac
Sit down to pray, as the Greek teaches,
Because God does not want to be called upon when fleeing;
He is called and desires a strong heart alone;
But you don't have that if he doesn't worship it.
6.
You say it's the mirror full of cunning
And show yourself more beautiful than you are;
Come, you want to see that he can't lie down
And look at you with my eyes.
3. From the Catone
Is God a pure spirit, as the poets teach,
So you should also honor him with a pure heart.
5. From the Anacreon
The earth drinks for itself, the trees drink earth;
The air from the sea is also used to be drunk;
The sun drinks the sea, the moon drinks the suns,
Won't you friends then forbid me to drink?
4.
Jupiter chose you, not Paris,
And would be a swan even now, if no swan was born to you;
Your name is Helena and you are also so pretentious
And if you weren't chaste, you would be kidnapped too.
10
O ye gods, then let me be envious of the despicable good fortune
Do not let? Do I have to go into the quarrel?
Oh leave me, leave me here; the war is not necessary:
Just leave me to my beloved, she can kill me better.
8th. To an assassin
O you inhuman man, what pain and suffering suffering
Like your vile deed! Remain unyielding, you hearts,
If you are good fruit of the fatherland;
Then to be merciful here is mercilessness.
12.
You lights that can be seen floating in the high sky,
Call from their sleep, awaken my life.
Don't you want it? Certainly you will notice when she wakes up
That the beauty of her eyes shames you completely.
26 From the Greek Platonis
lib. IV. tit. ἀπὸ γυναιχῶν
I Lais, who was left to be the most beautiful,
Now my youth gone, now break the mirror.
Then being as I was before cannot happen;
How I am now, I do not desire to see.
Occasional Poems 3 . To the Hirschberg baths
You nymphs, who here surround this green valley,
Surrounded by snowy mountains and Alps,
Spend your life in quiet solitude,
You white Najades, and you, you beautiful torment,
Through its worthy strength, people in numbers
Having recovered so far, do you want to strive for honor
Which is never mortal, and raise you still higher,
So take this noble pledge, this time too
Committed to you here to become healthy and fresh.
Preserve and provide for the hope of our earth,
The country's best consolation, so you bring thanks
The fidelity and watchfulness that you through your nurturing
You have refreshed the one that is important to us.
If he is no longer wolf, then we are all ill.
3. To the Hirschberg baths
You nymphs who surrounded this green valley,
That is surrounded by the snow mountains and the Alps,
Spend your life in quiet solitude,
You white najades, and you, you beautiful torment,
Because of its worthy power the people are special
Having recovered somewhat, ye want to strive for honour
That is never mortal, and that lift you even higher,
So this noble pledge takes this time too
Made yourself here to be healthy and fresh.
Keep and feed the hope of our earth,
This is the country's best consolation, so bring you the thanks
Of the faithfulness and vigilance that you have in your care
Have refreshed the one we all care about.
If he is no longer happy, we are all sick.
elegies
16. Decree Elegy
The blind work of love, the sweet kiss of the senses
And real magic ends here in the end';
It becomes the loose child, so can seduce me,
Praise God now turned away from me altogether.
Now, wherever you want, look for other poets;
Here, Venus, I have set my own goal;
Your favor is no longer necessary to me;
I hate all vanity, whoever wants to love it.
What my feeble hand wrote before this time,
Guided by your spirit, that's the fault of youth.
I am no longer driven by such lust;
What is hateful to you, for this I bear mercy.
When judgment and reason sit in my council,
You had infatuated my young mind,
Now I see that your son is without madness and jokes,
But you, Venus, yourself a noble lover. [30]
Your nature is a market, because suffering is sold,
A corner where anger and melancholy stand within,
A 'home' of all troubles, a sick house of many plagues,
A ship of torment, a sea where virtue sinks.
Where should the beauty be, when everything will pass away,
The lips of coral, that alabaster image,
The eyes, so you see at once as two suns stand,
The red mouth of roses, the shield of white breasts?
They shall flee, and so shall we, as ashes and dust
And all the same go the way of vanity:
Magnificence, pride, goods and money, because we try so hard
Will get wind and wings with time.
I let it all stand; the end of my youth
And the fruit of love's lust I conclude here:
A work that is higher, the beginning of my virtue,
Whether this perishes immediately should never be mortal.
Conclusion Elegy
The blind love work, the sweet pouring of the senses
And right magic ultimately has an end here ';
It will be the loose child, so can seduce me
Praise God, now completely turned away from me.
Now look for poets for yourself wherever you want;
Here, Venus, I have set my own goal;
Your favor is now no longer of necessity to me;
I hate 'all' vanity, love whoever wants to.
What my weak hand wrote before this time
Guided by your spirit, it is the fault of the youth.
I am no longer driven by such pleasure;
What is hateful to you, for this I bear grace.
When judgment and understanding sit with me for advice,
Though you had thrown the young mind off me,
Now I see that your son is without madness and jokes,
But you, Venus, are a noble cupid yourself. [30]
Your being is a market, because suffering is sold for sale,
A corner, because there is announcement and sadness inside,
A 'hostel' for all hardships, a shelter of many plagues,
A ship of torment, a sea where virtue goes under.
Where should the beauty be, when will it all pass,
Corall's lips, this alabaster picture,
The eyes, so ye can see as two suns stand,
The red rose mouth, the shield of the white breasts?
They should, and we too, flee as ash and dust
And all of them go the way of vanity:
Splendor, arrogance, good and money, that we strive so hard for,
Will get wind and wings in time.
I'll let it all stand; the end of my youth
And fruit of the lust for love I decide to go in here:
A work that is higher, the beginning of my virtue,
Whether this perishes immediately should never be mortal.