Under the lindens on the heath
(Friedrich) August Bungert
Under the lindens
on the heath
at the spot where I sat with my boyfriend
you might discover
how he and I
squashed the flowers and the grass.
From the woods came a sweet sound -
"Tandaradei!"
- the nightingale singing in the valley.
I came
to the meadow;
my sweetheart had arrived before me.
He greeted me
as a noble lady
(I'm still very happy about that).
Did he offer me kisses?
"Tandaradei!"
- See how red my lips are!
If anyone found out (God forbid!)
what happened as I lay there,
I would be deeply ashamed.
May nobody know
how the young man embraced me
except him and me -
and a little bird -
"Tandaradei!"
- who will certainly keep a secret.