by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Ach, arme Welt, du trügest mich
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): CAT DUT DUT ENG FRE
Ach, arme Welt, du trügest mich
Ja, das bekenn ich eigentlich,
Und kann dich doch nicht meiden.
Du falsche Welt, du bist nicht wahr,
Dein Schein vergeht, das weiss ich zwar,
Met Weh und großem Leiden.
Dein Ehr, dein Gut, du armer Welt,
Im Tod, in rechten Nöten fehlt,
Dein Schatz ist eitel falsches Geld,
Dess hielf mir, Herr, zum Frieden.
About the headline (FAQ)
Confirmed with Das deutsche Kirchenlied in seinen characteristichen Erscheinungen, ed. by Friedrich Spitta, Berlin und Leipzig: G. J. Göschen'sche Verlagsbuchhandlung, 1912, page 14. Appears in I. Mittelalter und Reformationszeit, in Das Mittelalter.
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Ai, pobre món", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Wim Reedijk) , "Ach, arme wereld", copyright © 2003, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Ach, aardse droom", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Ah, poor world", copyright © 2005
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Ah, pauvre monde", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Ach, aardse droom
Language: Dutch (Nederlands)  after the German (Deutsch)
Ach, aardse droom, bedrog pleeg jij.
Tot die bekent'nis dwing je mij,
Maar 'k kan je toch niet mijden.
Jij, aardse waan, die waarheid schendt,
Jouw glans vergaat, 't is mij bekend,
Met leed en heel veel lijden.
Jouw roem, jouw goed, o drogbeeld groot,
Bezwijkt in dood en echte nood,
Jij biedt slechts stenen ons voor brood,
Dus breng mij, Heer, tot vrede.
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This text was added to the website: 2015-08-17
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Word count: 64