by Heinrich Heine
I know not whence it rises, This thought so full of woe; --- But a tale of the times departed Haunts me --- and will not go.
The air is cool, and it darkens, And calmly flows the Rhine; The mountain peaks are sparkling In the sunny evening-shine.
And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair; With gold is her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair.
With a golden comb she combs it, And a wild song singeth she, That melts the heart with a wondrous And powerful melody.
The boatman feels his bosom With a nameless longing move; He sees not the gulfs before him, His gaze is fixed above.
Till over boat and boatman The Rhine's deep waters run; And this with her magic singing The Lore-Lei hath done !
羅蕾萊
亨利希?海涅
不知道什麽緣故， 我是這樣的悲哀，壹個古代的童話，我總是不能忘懷。
天色晚，空氣清涼， 萊茵河靜靜地流， 落日的光輝 照耀著山頭。
那最美麗的少女 坐在上邊，神采煥發，金黃的首飾閃爍， 她梳理金黃的頭發。
她用金黃的梳子梳，還唱著壹支歌曲，這歌曲的聲調， 有迷人的魅力。
小船上的船夫，感到狂想的痛苦；他不看水裏的暗礁，卻只是仰望高處。
我知道，最後波浪 吞沒了船夫和小船；羅累萊用她的歌唱 造下了這場災難。