Who made you so ill?
That you are so ill,
Who is then the cause?
No cool north wind,
No starry night.
No shade of trees,
No sunbeam's glow,
No slumbering, no dreaming
In the valley's blossom bed.
That I bear mortal wounds,
That is the work of men;
Nature let me recover,
They do not let me rest.
Sounds from the past
Do you hear the bird singing?
Do you see the blossoming tree?
Heart, can that not bring you
Out of your fearful dream?
What do I hear? Old sounds
Of a melancholy youthful breast,
From that time when I trusted
The world and its joy.
Those days have gone,
No meadow herb will heal me;
And from the fearful dream,
Only an angel will wake me.
Poems by Justinus Kerner ( 1786-1862 )
Music by Robert Schumann ( 1810-1856 )