Lorelei statue near the Rhine River in Germany.‘The Lorelei’ by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856) The Society January 25, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Poetry, Translation 3 Comments translation by Anna Leader I do not know what it might bode That I should be so sad, A fairytale from long ago Now will not leave my head. The air is cool and darkening Above the quiet Rhine; The mountaintops are sparkling In afternoon sunshine. The loveliest young maiden sits So beautifully up there, Her golden jewelry gleams and glints, She combs her golden hair, She combs it with a golden brush And while she combs she sings; The tune is both miraculous And overpowering. It grips the sailor in the ship With a wild and aching woe; His eyes are only looking up, Not at the rocks below. I believe that in the end the waves Devoured ship and boy, And that is what the Lorelei Accomplished with her voice. Original German Die Lorelei Ich weiß nicht, was soll es bedeuten, Daß ich so traurig bin, Ein Märchen aus uralten Zeiten, Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn. Die Luft ist kühl und es dunkelt, Und ruhig fließt der Rhein; Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt, Im Abendsonnenschein. Die schönste Jungfrau sitzet Dort oben wunderbar, Ihr gold’nes Geschmeide blitzet, Sie kämmt ihr goldenes Haar, Sie kämmt es mit goldenem Kamme, Und singt ein Lied dabei; Das hat eine wundersame, Gewalt’ge Melodei. Den Schiffer im kleinen Schiffe, Ergreift es mit wildem Weh; Er schaut nicht die Felsenriffe, Er schaut nur hinauf in die Höh’. Ich glaube, die Wellen verschlingen Am Ende Schiffer und Kahn, Und das hat mit ihrem Singen, Die Loreley getan. Born to American and British parents and raised in Luxembourg, Anna Leader graduated from Princeton University in 2018 and now works in an education nonprofit in Washington, D.C. In addition to literary translations, Leader writes poetry, plays, and novels. She has twice been awarded the Stephen Spender Prize for Poetry in Translation (2013 and 2015, under-18 category), and most recently won the 2019 Harvill Secker Young Translators’ Prize, administered by Penguin Random House, for a prose translation from the original French. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses Joseph S. Salemi January 25, 2020 A beautiful poem about the Lorelei, and well translated. There seems to be a long tradition in mythology of an evil female spirit that lures persons to their death by water. There are the sirens of Greek legend, the rusalka of Slavic folklore, and la llorona in South American stories. Reply James A. Tweedie January 26, 2020 Anna, Welcome to the SCP. We are honored to have you join us with this straightforward, yet lyric, translation. I have traveled that particular stretch of the Rhine by car, train, and boat on six different occasions. It is not so treacherous as it was back in the day but it is still a formidable “uphill” pull for the larger, heavier-laden ships, most of which were built specifically to be powerful enough to laboriously haul themselves against and through the swift and swirling currents of the Rhine between Mainz/Bingen and Koblenz. It would, I think, take the voice of a true enchantress to tempt and successfully steer a nervous shipman’s attention away from the task at hand! It is a lovely legend, and, while just as lethal, has always seemed to me to be a more tender, romantically tragic tale than that of Homer’s sirens, who were blood-sucking, flesh-eating bad girls to the core. In any case, well done, and I look forward to more submissions in the future. Reply Uwe Carl Diebes January 30, 2020 I’m sorry I could not have gotten to this site earlier; the poems pass so quickly before our eyes, and vanish in less than a fortnight. When I lived in Deutschland, Heine was one of my favourite poets, and “Die Lorelei” one of my favourite poems. It still remains so. My own poetic outlook was deeply influenced by his work, along with Classical and Romantic German poets. What I liked most about Heine was his slip into Realism from Romanticism. It is the depth and the simplicity of his poems that so surprised me when I first came upon his works. Because of my history with his works, I am thankful for Ms. Leader’s remarkable translation, as it reminds me again of that time. Of course, the original is what matters, but this is the best translation into English of this poem I have read. I am impressed by her word choice, her meter and her artistry, which is in line with Heine’s own vision. Ms. Leader’s translation reminds me that, as a poet, I need to recapture that breathtaking voice, so exquisite, so simple, so powerful, so real. At times I am so far from that vision, struggling, as I am, through Realism, Modernism, PostModernism, and New Millennial demands. Reply Leave a Reply to Uwe Carl Diebes Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.