by
Max Kalbeck (1850 - 1921)
Herbstabend
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): CAT ENG FRE
Ein Brausen geht durch den sterbenden Wald,
[Die Blätter fliegen tot und kalt,]1
Das sind der Herbstnacht Stürme;
In Grauen gehüllt und in Dunkelheit,
Wie liegen die Lande so fremd und so weit!
Fern klingen die Glocken der Türme.
Zur wilden Jagd nach vergänglichem Gut
Drängt dort sich die eilige Menschenflut,
Die Brandung wächst in den Gassen,
Wer hört auf den schüttenden Glockenklang?
Er tönt die einsame Felder entlang
Hoch über den Köpfen der Massen.
Geflügelten Rades steuert die Zeit
Zermalmend fort über Lust und Leid
Durch ungemessene Fernen, -
Du lausche dem Klang mit gefühligem Ohr,
Erhebe den Blick zum Himmel empor,
Zu den rettenden ewigen Sternen!
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Capvespre de tardor", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Autumn evening", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Soir d'automne", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Dietrich Kröncke
This text was added to the website: 2013-07-01
Line count: 18
Word count: 108
Autumn evening
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
A rushing goes through the dying forest,
[The leaves fly about, dead and cold,]1
Those are the storms of the autumn night;
Shrouded in dread and in darkness,
How the lands lie [before me] so foreign and so vast!
Far away the tower bells ring.
To the wild chase after transient goods
Throngs the hurrying flood of mankind,
The surging mass grows in the streets,
Who hearkens to the pealing that the bells pour out?
It sounds along the solitary fields,
High above the heads of the masses.
With a winged wheel Time steers itself
Crushingly onward over joy and sorrow
Through immeasurable distances, -
Listen to the sound with a sensitive ear,
Lift your gaze up toward heaven,
To the redeeming eternal stars!
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Max Kalbeck (1850 - 1921), "Herbstabend"
This text was added to the website: 2014-06-22
Line count: 18
Word count: 124