Heinrich Heine

(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)

Die Lorelei - Poem by Heinrich Heine

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)

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Comments about Die Lorelei by Heinrich Heine

  • Leon Schmidt (10/16/2017 6:16:00 PM)

    How can I find the original German text of the poem Die Lorelei (Report)Reply

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  • Terry CraddockTerry Craddock (1/13/2017 8:14:00 PM)

    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.
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  • Terry CraddockTerry Craddock (12/14/2016 12:07:00 AM)

    '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
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 22, 2014



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