Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916.
By On Wings of SongHeinrich Heine (17991856)
O
Heart’s dearest, I bear thee away:
A nook is beckoning brightly
Where Ganges’ waters play.
In moonlight calm and clear,
The lotos flowers are sighing
For thee, their sister dear.
They peep at the star-rays pale,
The roses are whispering shyly
Some fragrant fairy-tale.
And hearken what we say;
The sacred river is sweeping
And murmuring far away.
Under the shady palm,
The blissful quiet drinking
And dreaming dreams of balm.