To the blonde sorceress from the Rhine region
Men walked in a crowd, dying of love.
And he ordered her to call the bishop for trial,
All in her heart forgiving her for her beauty.
- “Oh, say, Lorelei, whose eyes are so beautiful,
Who taught you this dangerous spell? ”
“Life is a burden to me, bishop, and my eyes are cursed.
He who looked at me read his sentence.
O Bishop, in my eyes a flame of fire
So put this terrible spell on fire! ”
“Lorelei, your fire is omnipotent: after all, I
You yourself have been bewitched and you are not a judge. ”
“Shut up, Bishop!” Pray and believe:
It is the will of the Lord to put me to death.
My beloved left, he is in a distant country.
Now everything is not nice to me, now everything is not for me.
My heart was so tormented that I must die.
Even my appearance inspires me with thoughts of death.
My beloved has left, and from this day
The white light is not nice to me, the night in my soul. ”
And the bishop called the three knights: “Rather
Take to the deaf monastery Lorelei.
Away, mad lore, laughed lore!
You will become a nun, and your eyes will fade. ”
Three knights with a maiden are on the road.
She says to the guards gloomy and strict:
"On a rock that tall let me stand
To see my castle, I could again
So that I can see my reflection again
Before you enter your monastery is stern. "
Wind curls curled, and her gaze burns.
In vain the guard shouts to her: "Lorelei, back!"
“At the bend of the Rhine, a boat emerges.
My beloved is sitting in it, he is calling me.
So easy on the soul, so transparent the wave ... "
And she fell from a high cliff into the Rhine,
Seeing the stream reflected in the surface
Its Rhine eyes, its sunny curl.
Guillaume Apollinaire
Translation by M. Kudinov
