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Stimme der Waldtaube: Tauben von Gurre! Sorge quält mich, vom Weg über die Insel her! Kommet! Lauschet! Tot ist Tove! Nacht auf ihrem Auge, das der Tag des Königs war! Still ist ihr Herz, doch des Königs Herz schlägt wild, tot und doch wild! Seltsam gleichend einem Boot auf der Woge, wenn der, zu dess' Empfang die Planken huldigend sich gekrümmt, des Schiffes Steurer tot liegt, verstrickt in der Tiefe Tang. Keiner bringt ihnen Botschaft, unwegsam der Weg. Wie zwei Ströme waren ihre Gedanken, Ströme gleitend Seit' an Seite. Wo strömen nun Toves Gedanken? Die des Königs winden sich seltsam dahin, suchen nach denen Toves, finden sie nicht. Weit flog ich, Klage sucht' ich, fand gar viel! Den Sarg sah ich auf Königs Schultern, Henning stürzt' ihn; finster war die Nacht, eine einzige Fackel brannte am Weg; die Königin hielt sie, hoch auf dem Söller, rachebegierigen Sinns. Tränen, die sie nicht weinen wollte, funkelten im Auge. Weit flog ich, Klage sucht' ich, fand gar viel! Den König sah ich, mit dem Sarge fuhr er, im Bauernwams. Sein Streitroß, das oft zum Sieg ihn getragen, zog den Sarg. Wild starrte des Königs Auge, suchte nach einem Blick, seltsam lauschte des Königs Herz nach einem Wort. Henning sprach zum König, aber noch immer suchte er Wort und Blick. Der König öffnet Toves Sarg, starrt und lauscht mit bebenden Lippen, Tove ist stumm! Weit flog ich, Klage sucht' ich, fand gar viel! Wollt' ein Mönch am Seile ziehn, Abendsegen läuten; doch er sah den Wagenlenker und vernahm die Trauerbotschaft: Sonne sank, indes die Glocke Grabgeläute tönte. Weit flog ich, Klage sucht' ich und den Tod! Helwigs Falke war's, der grausam Gurres Taube zerriß.
Authorship:
- by Robert Franz Arnold (1872 - 1938) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in Danish (Dansk) by Jens Peter Jacobsen (1847 - 1885), no title, appears in Gurresange, no. 6
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Arnold Franz Walter Schoenberg (1874 - 1951), "Tauben von Gurre! (Stimme des Waldtaube)", c1900, published 1912 [soli, chorus, orchestra], from Gurrelieder, no. 1f [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title unknown, copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Linda Godry) , title unknown, copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , title unknown, copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , title unknown, copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2013-08-14
Line count: 54
Word count: 280
Voice of the turtle dove: Doves of Gurre! Full of sorrow I am, while on my way across the island! Come! Listen! Dead is Tove! Night in her eyes, Which were the kings daylight! Silent is her heart, but the King's heart is wildly beating, Dead and wild as yet! Oddly like a boat on heaving waves, if the one, to whose welcome the planks have bent in tribute, the ship's helmsman is dead, entangled in the weeds of the deep. Nobody brings them news, impassable the path. Like two streams have been their thoughts, flowing side by side. Where do Tove's thoughts flow now? The King's are oddly winding, searching for those of Tove, and can't find them. Far did I fly, laments to search, and found aplenty! The coffin I saw on the King's shoulders, Henning supported him; dark was the night, a single torch burned beside the path; the Queen held it, high on the donjon, full of vengeful musings. Tears she denied herself, but glistened in her eye. Far I flew, laments to search, and found aplenty! The King I saw, with the coffin he drove, in a peasant's dress. His charger, that often had carried him to victory, was pulling the coffin. Wild was the King's eye, searching for that gaze, irritated listened the King's heart, for that word. Henning talks to the King, but still he is searching word and gaze. The King opens Tove's coffin, Stares and listens with quivering lips, Tove is silent! Far I flew, laments to search, and found aplenty! A monk went to pull the bell rope for the evening's blessings [prayers]; but then he saw the coachman and heard the bad news: The sun sank, while the bell rang out the death knell. Far I flew, laments to search and death! Helwig's falcon it was, who cruelly tore apart Gurre's dove.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Robert Franz Arnold (1872 - 1938)
Based on:
- a text in Danish (Dansk) by Jens Peter Jacobsen (1847 - 1885), no title, appears in Gurresange, no. 6
This text was added to the website: 2004-11-22
Line count: 54
Word count: 313