Tuesday, 20 October 2015

In the seraglio garden - Jens Peter Jacobsen

With perfume heavily laden
The roses droop their heads,
The pine trees are swaying so silently
In drowsy air,
And silvery fountains are slowly playing
So dreamily!
The minarets raise towards heaven in faith
Their Turkish towers,
The crescent moon glides on her lonely way
O’er the dark blue sky,
And she kisses clusters of lily and rose
And other rare flowers too,
In the seraglio garden,
In the seraglio garden.

Jens Peter Jacobsen (1847 - 1885) Denmark
Translated by Frederick Delius

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