I dont know what it could mean,
Or why Im so sad: I find,
A fairy-tale, from times unseen,
Wont vanish from my mind.
The air is cool and it darkens,
And quiet flows the Rhine:
The tops of the mountains sparkle,
In evenings after-shine.
The loveliest of maidens,
Shes wonderful, sits there,
Her golden jewels glisten,
She combs her golden hair.
She combs it with a comb of gold,
And sings a song as well:
Its strangeness too is old
And casts a powerful spell.
It grips the boatman in his boat
With a wild pang of woe:
He only looks up to the heights,
Cant see the rocks below.
The waves end by swallowing
The boat and its boatman,
Thats what, by her singing,
The Lorelei has done.
Ich Weiss Nicht, Was Soll Es Bedeuten
written byHeinrich Heine
© Heinrich Heine