| Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916. | | | | Blessed Be the Hour | | By Walter von der Vogelweide (1170–1228) |
| | | BLESSED be the hour when first I knew her, | |
| Her who with heart and soul did rout me; | |
| When all my senses were aroused to woo her, | |
| I felt her goodness hover all about me. | |
| And now I cannot part from her again, | 5 |
| Because her beauty and kindness delight me, | |
| And her red, red mouth that laughs so brightly. | |
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| My heart and mind I have been turning | |
| Unto the pure one, the good one, the dear one. | |
| Ah, could I but fulfill my yearning: | 10 |
| I trust to her mercy that she will hear one. | |
| All my joy on earth doth come from her, | |
| Because her beauty and kindness delight me, | |
| And her red, red mouth that laughs so brightly. | | | | |
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