Die Forelle [English translation]

In a bright stream

A moody trout

Passed by in a haste

Like an arrow.

I stood there at the bank

And watched in blissful calm

The frisky fish's bath

In this clear stream.

A fisher with the fishing rod

Stood at the bank

And watched with cold blood

How the fish moved.

I thought that as long as

The water was bright, nothing could happen,

He would not catch the fish

With his fishing rod.

But soon the time was too long

For this thief. He treacherously

Made the stream murky

And before I realized it

His fishing rod moved

The fish flounced on it

And with agitated blood

I look at the deceived.