[{"id": 49716, "created": "2015-04-02T13:41:51.711770", "project_id": 128, "task_id": 29244, "user_id": 877, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2015-04-02T13:41:51.711796", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "", "translation": "Memories of Youth   \r\n\r\nI will mirror myself in those days,\r\nwhich have gone like wind in lime tree crowns,\r\nwhere the silver chord, strung\r\nclear, but trembling gave the first sound,\r\n     which in my whole life,\r\n     and just today, echoed,\r\neven though the strings long have torn;\r\n\r\nWhere I without virtue, without sin,\r\nlay blank as snow under this sun,\r\nwhere the bandage gently covered the child's eye\r\nthe light blinding day:\r\n       you world, long gone\r\n       sounding above woods and fields\r\nbehind me like distant quails's song.\r\n\r\nHow so wondrous has gone\r\nthe modest spring glory of that time,\r\nwhere still surrounded by motherly love,\r\nthe first love of youth already awakens,\r\n      as lit allover \r\n      by sunshine, a gemstone,\r\nwhom a fortunate has brought to light.\r\n\r\nWhen parting I once have to jump\r\nover this abyss, which does not know a  bridge,\r\nwill not a song meet me,\r\nforshadowing and  known stir me?\r\n       O the world is wide.-\r\n       Will not my time of youth\r\nsomehow beat against my heart?\r\n\r\nDreams.  What should those hope forshadowing\r\nwho never saw youth's loveliness,\r\nwho met the unnatural fate\r\nto bear fruit without having blossomed?\r\n     Oh, for that which the heart does not know,\r\n      the heart does not yearn\r\nand therefore stays cold in all eternity.\r\n\r\nIn the forest crowns of my life\r\nbreathe away, you cool morning breeze.\r\nGladly shine, star of good endeavour,\r\nlet me walk faithfully in your brilliance.\r\n      Growing evergreen\r\n      shall blossom  around my staff,\r\nonly once again I would like to look back.\r\n\r\nGottfried Keller ", "transcription": "na"}}, {"id": 49844, "created": "2015-04-04T16:17:17.815884", "project_id": 128, "task_id": 29244, "user_id": 427, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2015-04-04T16:17:17.815913", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "The original text of this German poem can be found here:\r\nhttp://gutenberg.spiegel.de/buch/gottfried-keller-gedichte-3376/67", "translation": "Commemories of youth\r\n\r\nI want to mirror myself in these days\r\nThat fled like the waving of the lindens' treetops\r\nWhere the silver string, struck,\r\nClearly, but quaveringly, gave the first sound,\r\nWhich, for all of my life\r\nEven today, resounded again\r\nAlthough the string was broken long ago\r\n\r\nWhere I, without virtue, without sin,\r\nBlank as snow, lay before this sun\r\nWhere the bandage to the child's eye\r\nDulcetly hid the blindingly bright day\r\nYou vanished world\r\nSound across forest and field\r\nBehind me like far-away quail's song\r\n\r\nHow, so marvelously, went away\r\nThat modest spring glory of these days\r\nWhere, still surrounded by a mother's love\r\nAlready early love silently awakes\r\nLike a gem\r\nShone through by sunlight\r\nFound by a lucky soul\r\n\r\nWhen, parting, I will once jump across\r\nThat abyss that is spanned by no bridge\r\nWill not a song sound over to me\r\nWhich, familiar and foreboding, will arouse me?\r\nO the world is wide\r\nIf not youth\r\nSomewhere knocks at my heart?\r\n\r\nReverie. What should those hope\r\nWho have never seen the loveliness of youth\r\nWho were hit by an unnatural lot\r\nTo yield fruit without the time of bloom?\r\nAh, that what you do not know\r\nYour heart does not long for\r\nAnd remains cold for it in eternity\r\n\r\nIn the forest's treetops of my life\r\nContinue breathing, my cool waving of the morn\r\nShine brightly, early star of good striving\r\nLet me walk faithfully in your shine.\r\nEntwining evergreen\r\nShall bloom around my staff\r\nOnly once more I want to look back\r\n\r\nGottfried Keller\r\n", "transcription": "Jugendgedenken[;]Ich will spiegeln mich in jenen Tagen,[;]Die wie Lindenwipfelwehn entflohn,[;]Wo die Silbersaite, angeschlagen,[;]Klar, doch bebend gab den ersten Ton,[;]Der mein Leben lang,[;]Erst heut noch, widerklang,[;]Ob die Saite laengst zerrissen schon;[;]Wo ich ohne Tugend, ohne Suende,[;]Blank wie Schnee vor dieser Sonne lag,[;]Wo dem Kindesauge noch die Binde[;]Lind verbarg den blendend hellen Tag:[;]Du entschwundne Welt[;]Klingst ueber Wald und Feld[;]Hinter mir wie ferner Wachtelschlag.[;]Wie so fabelhaft ist hingegangen[;]Jener Zeit bescheidne Fruehlingspracht,[;]Wo, von Mutterliebe noch umfangen,[;]Schon die Jugendliebe leis erwacht,[;]Wie, vom Sonnenschein[;]Durchspielt, ein Edelstein,[;]Den ein Gluecklicher ans Licht gebracht.[;]Wenn ich scheidend einst muss ueberspringen[;]Jene Kluft, die keine Bruecke traegt,[;]Wird mir nicht ein Lied entgegenklingen,[;]Das bekannt und ahnend mich erregt?[;]O die Welt ist weit.-[;]Ob nicht Jugendzeit[;]Irgendwo noch an das Herz mir schlaegt?[;]Traeumerei. Was sollten jene hoffen,[;]Die nie sahn der Jugend Lieblichkeit,[;]Die ein unnatuerlich Los getroffen,[;]Frucht zu bringen ohne Bluetenzeit?[;]Ach, was man nicht kennt,[;]Danach das Herz nicht brennt[;]Und bleibt kalt dafuer in Ewigkeit.[;]In den Waldeskronen meines Lebens[;]Atme fort, du kuehles Morgenwehn.[;]Heiter leuchte, Fruehstern guten Strebens,[;]Lass mich treu in deinem Scheine gehn.[;]Rankend Immergruen[;]Soll meinen Stab umbluehn,[;]Nur noch ein Mal will ich rueckwaerts sehn.[;]Gottfried Keller"}}]