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by Klaus Groth (1819 - 1899)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Komm bald
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  CAT DUT ENG FRE
Warum denn warten von Tag zu Tag?
Es blüht im Garten, was blühen mag.
Wer kommt und zählt es, was blüht so schön?
An Augen fehlt es, es anzuseh'n.

Die meinen wandern vom Strauch zum Baum;
mir scheint, auch andern wär's wie ein Traum.
Und von den Lieben, die mir getreu
und mir geblieben, wär'st du dabei!

Text Authorship:

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Vine aviat", copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Kom gauw", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Come soon", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Viens vite", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 57

Come soon
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Why, then, wait from day to day?
The garden blooms when it wants to bloom.
Who comes to count everything that blooms so fair?
No pair of eyes would be able to see everything.

My own eyes wander from bush to tree;
it seems to me that others would think it a dream.
And of those lovers, who are true to me
and love me, I wish you were among them!

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

    Emily Ezust permits her translations to be reproduced without prior permission for printed (not online) programs to free-admission concerts only, provided the following credit is given:

    Translation copyright © by Emily Ezust,
    from the LiederNet Archive -- https://www.lieder.net/

    For any other purpose, please write to the e-mail address below to request permission and discuss possible fees.


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 71