The birds outside my window on Monday morning, 5:30 am.
“Er ist’s” by Eduard Mörike is the German romantic spring poem – every German knows it.
Frühling lässt sein blaues Band
Wieder flattern durch die Lüfte;
Süße, wohlbekannte Düfte
Streifen ahnungsvoll das Land.
Veilchen träumen schon,
Wollen balde kommen.
— Horch, von fern ein leiser Harfenton!
Frühling, ja du bist’s!
Dich hab’ ich vernommen!
Here’s a modern automatic Babelfish translation:
Spring lets blue volume be again to flutter by air Sweet, well-known smells Strip notionful the country Violets dream already, Wools balde come Horch, from a distance a quiet harp clay/tone! Spring, you bist’ s! You I heard!
Spring leaves blue volume, on the airway, which is sweet, to that far away admitted notionful smell strip already to flutter again its countries violet dream, wools, which come balde Horch, from a distance a calm harp loam/clay/tone! Spring, it bist’ s! It, which I heard!
Spring leaves which is sweet, far certified notionful smell strips, over again from a distance to already flutter its countries violet dream, wools, which come balde Horch, to blue volume, on the airline, a calm harp loam/loam/clay/tone! Spring, it bist’ s! It, which I heard!
Babelfish has a number of semantic problems. “Band” means “ribbon”, not “volume” in this context. “Wools” is Babelfish’s sad attempt to translate the perfectly usual “wollen” which means “want”. “Balde” means “soon” and “Horch” is a somewhat oldfashioned way to say “listen”.
Here’s a manual translation by Bertram Kottmann that is a bit more poetic.
(Incidentally, the guitarist on this photo is called Robert. I wonder why?)
My office this morning. Usually I sit behind these windows, trying to earn some money. Can you imagine that it is difficult to sit inside and work while all the action is outside and the flowers wait to be photographed?