Hier
faulet Mimulus, ein Affe.
Und leider! leider! welch ein Affe!
So zahm, als in der Welt kein Affe;
So rein, als in der Welt kein Affe;
So keusch, als in der Welt kein Affe;
So ernst, als in der Welt kein Affe;
So ohne Falsch. O, welch ein Affe!
Damit ich's kurz zusammenraffe:
Ein ganz originaler Affe.
Hier liegt er nun, der kleine, liebe Pavian,
Der uns so manches nachgetan!
Ich wette, was er jetzt getan,
Tun wir ihm alle nach, dem lieben Pavian
EPIGRAMS
Five madrigals after poems by Lessing
I
Still Life
"Why
all this nagging?" said Jack Grey
To his beloved wife one day.
"You are a drunken, shameless lout."
"Be patient, child, I'm going out."
"Where are you off to now?" "To booze now.
Nag if you choose now."
"You're off? O wretched is my plight!
Yes! he will stay out all the night.
God! Why am I abandoned here?
Who's there? - O neighbour? Do come near!
My wicked devil's gone to booze now.
Come if you choose now!"
II
Hymn
Praise
be giv'n to David's son!
Who in love and wine, we hear it,
Kept the Lord's commands in spirit.
Brothers, praise now Solomon.
Brothers, let his praise sound purely,
Yet most surely
Praise him for his wise decree:
Learning brings but misery!
Let this truth be aye upheld!
I have cherished and adored it,
Nature has itself implored it,
Nature, love and wine compelled.
Honour then this monarch cunning,
Learning shunning!
Brothers, heed this wise decree:
Learning brings but misery!
III
Vita Brevis
Last night loving,
This night weeping,
Next night dying.
Yet I gladly
Now and always
Think of last night.
IV
Mistake
Look,
friend! Look there, at what I'm seeing:
A most attractive female being.
Her dress is of the latest mode;
Just see her walk along the road
With dainty steps and manner chaste
Her perfect form and slender waist
Her iv'ry neck with jet-black curl,
Betray a youthful, pretty girl.
Come, friend, let's quicken now our stride,
And see her from the other side.
Unless the rear view lies must she
A Venus or a Phyllis be.
Come hurry on. Could fate be kinder!
She's turning round to look behind her.
What was it that my eyes impressed?
A hag in youthful garments dressed.
V
Epitaph
Here
moulders Mimulus, a monkey.
Alack! O what a monkey!
So tame as never was a monkey;
So pure as never was a monkey;
So chaste as never was a monkey;
So earnest as ne'er was a monkey;
So free from guile. O what a monkey!
Expressed in rather neater shape:
A quite unusual kind of ape.
Here now he lies, the lovely, little, sweet baboon,
Who aped us all. Alas, he's gone!
I'll bet in what he now has done
We all will ape him too, the lovely, sweet baboon.
[Translations
by Anthony Fox]