Entflieh mit mir und sei mein Weib

" Oh fly with me and be my love,
Rest on my heart, and never rouse;
And in strange lands my heart shall be
Thy fatherland and father's house.

" But if you stay, then I die here,
And you shall weep and wring your hands;
And even in your father's house
You shall be living in strange lands. "

Es fiel ein Reif in der Frühlingsnacht

(A genuine folk-song; heard by Heine on the Rhine)

The hoar-frost fell on a night in Spring,
It fell on the young and tender blossoms . . .
And they have withered and perished.

A boy and a girl were once in love;
They fled from the house into the world —
They told neither father nor mother.

They wandered here and they wandered there —
They had neither luck nor a star for guide . . .
And they have withered and perished.

Auf ihrem Grab da steht eine Linde

Upon their grave a tree stands now
With winds and birds in every bough;
And in the green place under it
The miller's boy and his sweetheart sit.

The winds grow tender, soft and clinging,
And softly birds begin their singing.
The prattling sweethearts grow silent and sigh,
And fall to weeping — neither knows why.