W.H. Auden - Epitaph auf einen Tyrannen - Epitaph on a tyrant

NACHRUF AUF EINEN TYRANNEN

Eine Art Perfektion war es, was er erstrebte

Und seine Gedichte zu verstehen, war leicht;

Sein Gespür für menschliche Schwächen unerreicht,

Und er interessierte sich für Flotten und große Armeen;

Wenn er lachte, auch der ehrwürdigste Senator vor Lachen bebte,

Wenn er weinte, konnte man kleine Kinder sterben sehen.

Dies ist ein Versuch einer Nachdichtung, aber ganz und gar noch nicht rund, besonders Zeile 5 holpert. Aber deutsche Versionen von Audens Gedichten zu finden, ist schwer und meist freut man sich nicht, über das, was man findet. Also werde ich weiter  herumexperimentieren.

Zwei Heilige erschlagen einen Tyrannen 
Amasya, Türkei, 11. oder 12. Jahrhundert

EPITAPH ON A TYRANT

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after 

And the poetry he invented was easy to understand; 

He knew human folly like the back of his hand, 

 And was greatly interested in armies and fleets; 

When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, 

 And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

W.H. Auden

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, And the poetry he invented was easy to understand; He knew human folly like the back of his hand, And was greatly interested in armies and fleets; When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, And when he cried the little children died in the streets. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15548#sthash.U25VjwX2.dpuf

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15548#sthash.Slrhjk5h.dpuf

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15548#sthash.Slrhjk5h.dpuf