Selig
Saelic, saelic sî diu wunne,
saelic sî des wunnebernden meien zît,
saelic sî der vogel singen,
saelic sî diu ouwe, saelic sî der walt!
man siht bluomen manicvalt
durch daz grüene gras ûf dringen,
mêr dann ich erdenken kunne.
tanzen springen suln die jungen widerstrît.
Saelic, saelic sî diu wunne,
saelic sî des wunnebernden meien zît,
saelic sî der vogel singen,
saelic sî diu ouwe, saelic sî der walt!
Wol dir, wol dir, wîbes güete!
wol dir, daz du saelic iemer müezest sîn!
wol dir, dû kanst trûren swachen,
swâ diu Minne ein sendez herze hât verwunt.
dîn vil rôsevarwer munt,
sô der lieplîch wolde lachen,
sam der rôse in touwen blütee
fröide machen kan dîn spilnder ougen schîn.
Saelic, saelic sî diu wunne,
saelic sî des wunnebernden meien zît,
saelic sî der vogel singen,
saelic sî diu ouwe, saelic sî der walt!
Frouwe frouwe, saelic frouwe,
herzen trût, ir sît mir liep für elliu wîp:
des ich selten hân genozzen:
dâ von ich niht mêre fürbaz singen wil.
ez dûht iuch vil gar ein spil.
iuch hât dicke mîn verdrozzen:
des ich mich vil trûric schouwe.
von beslozzen ist mir fröide und iuwer lîp.
Saelic, saelic sî diu wunne,
saelic sî des wunnebernden meien zît,
saelic sî der vogel singen,
saelic sî diu ouwe, saelic sî der walt!
Wâfen, wâfen über die Minne!
wâfen wil ich über si schrîen iemer mê.
ich was ir dâ her gebunden:
nû lât sie mich trûreclîche von ir gân.
sie hât übel an mir getân.
sie muoz einem andern wunden
herze muot und al die sinne.
wol befunden hân ich daz si tuot sô wê.
Blessed
Blessed, blessed is the joy,
blessed is this joyful springtime,
blessed is the bird singing,
blessed is the river, blessed is the forest!
You see flowers blooming everywhere
through the green grass pushing through,
more than I could ever imagine.
Dancing and jumping, the young ones resist.
Blessed, blessed is the joy,
blessed is this joyful springtime,
blessed is the bird singing,
blessed is the river, blessed is the forest!
Good for you, good for you, lovely lady!
Good for you, that you may always be blessed!
Good for you, you can bear the pain,
as love has a heart that’s been wounded.
Your many rose-colored lips,
so sweetly would laugh,
as the rose blooms in the garden
can bring joy to your sparkling eyes.
Blessed, blessed is the joy,
blessed is this joyful springtime,
blessed is the bird singing,
blessed is the river, blessed is the forest!
Lady, lady, blessed lady,
you warm my heart, you’re dear to me for all women:
this I have rarely enjoyed:
therefore I won’t sing more about it.
It seems to you like a game.
You’ve often made me feel sad:
that’s why I look so gloomy.
From being closed off, I find joy in your love.
Blessed, blessed is the joy,
blessed is this joyful springtime,
blessed is the bird singing,
blessed is the river, blessed is the forest!
Weapons, weapons against love!
I will scream over them forever more.
I was bound to you there:
now let me go sadly from you.
You’ve done me wrong.
You must wound another
heart and all the senses.
I’ve found that what you do brings such pain.