Another translation of a poem by Hesse

Dream

Translation of ‘Traum’ by Hermann Hesse

It is always the same dream:

A red-blossoming chestnut tree,

A garden, a riot of summer blooms,

Behind an old house with empty rooms.

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There, in the garden’s quiet calm

My mother rocked me in her arms;

Perhaps – it is so long ago –

Garden, house and tree are gone.

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Perhaps there is a meadow path,

Over which plough and harrow passed.

Of homeland, garden, house and tree,

Nothing remains but a dream.

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