by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
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Language: English
Available translation(s): DUT
Ah me, how scanty is my store!
Yet, for myself, I'd ne'er repine,
Tho' of the flocks that whiten o'er
Yon plain one lamb were only mine.
'Tis for my lovely maid alone,
This heart has e'er ambition known;
This heart, secure in its treasure,
Is bless'd beyond measure,
Nor envies the monarch his throne.
When in her sight from morn to eve,
The hours they pass unheeded by;
No dark distrust our bosoms grieves,
And care and doubt far distant fly.
'Tis for my lovely maid alone,
This heart has e'er ambition known;
This heart, secure in its treasure,
Is bless'd beyond measure,
Nor envies the monarch his throne.
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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , title 1: "Tevreden", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 110
Tevreden
Language: Dutch (Nederlands)  after the English
Ocharm, hoe klein is mijn bezit!
Toch, ik voor mij bleef even blij,
Al was van heel die kudde wit
Daarginds, één schaapje slechts van mij.
Slechts voor mijn meisje, lief en schoon,
Gedraagt dit hart zich ongewoon;
Dit hart, content met zijn baten,
Is rijk bovenmate,
Benijdt niet de koning zijn troon.
Als ‘k háár maar zie, van vroeg tot laat,
Gaat ongemerkt de tijd voorbij;
Geen argwaan teistert onze staat,
Van zorg en twijfel zijn wij vrij.
Slechts voor mijn meisje, lief en schoon,
Gedraagt dit hart zich ongewoon;
Dit hart, content met zijn baten,
Is rijk bovenmate,
Benijdt niet de koning zijn troon.
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This text was added to the website: 2016-09-11
Line count: 18
Word count: 106