We loved and life we left alone and deftly was it done She spoke and smoky skies stood still as summer slipped away. The endless days of summer's haze I still recall today If what we had was good or bad, or where it is today. Rang bells within (the din was in) my mind, and I can't say The hazy, smoke-filled skies of summer I remember well įarewell was on my mind, and the thoughts that I can't tell When polish fades, what works will gleam. When gloss peels off, what works will shine. Keyword/Tags: Goethe, Schiller, epitaph, epigram, German, Germany, translation, love, kiss, friendship, desire, holy, holiness, earth, heaven, beauty, divinity, nature, spirit To see clearly with your own eyes what’s ahead of you.įriends, before you utter the deepest, starkest truth, please pause,īecause straight away people will blame you for its cause.īut by creating beauty, you scatter the seeds of divinity. While old men drift ashore on any bark that avails. Young sailors brave the sea beneath ten thousand sails

What do we mean by the highest? The crystalline clarity of triumphĪs it shines from the brow of a woman, from the brow of a goddess. What causes your bold gaze to brim with tears?Įverywhere women yield to men, but only at the apexĭo the manliest men surrender to femininity. What stirs the ******’s heaving ******* to sighs?

She flees the huntsman, fainting, uncertain of love. You love what you have, and desire what you lackīecause a rich nature expands, while a poor one retracts.Īs shy as the trembling doe your horn frightens from the woods, Thus I reproach him in silence, as I do my own heart.īinding spirits together, now and forever. Why don’t I openly criticize the man? Because he’s a friend ―from “Xenia” by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and Friedrich Schiller, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. These are modern English translations of the 'Xenia' epigrams written in collaboration by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and Friedrich Schiller.

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