The Lorelei
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 !
Loreley
Heinrich Heine
< p>I don’t know why, I am so sad. I can never forget an ancient fairy tale.It is late, the air is cool, the Rhine River flows quietly, and the sunset shines on the mountains.
The most beautiful girl sat on it, glowing with beauty, her golden jewelry sparkling, and she combed her golden hair.
She combed her hair with a golden comb and sang a song. The tone of this song was charming.
The boatman on the boat felt the pain of fantasizing; he did not look at the reefs in the water, but only looked up at the heights.
I know that in the end the wave swallowed up the boatman and the boat; Lorelai used her singing to create this disaster.