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Von fern die Uhren schlagen

Language: German (Deutsch)

  Von fern die Uhren schlagen,
Es ist schon tiefe Nacht,
Die Lampe brennt so düster,
Dein Bettlein ist gemacht.

  Die Winde nur noch gehen
Wehklagend um das Haus,
Wir sitzen einsam drinne
Und lauschen oft hinaus.

  Es ist, als müßtest leise
Du klopfen an die Thür,
Du hätt'st dich nur verirret,
Und kämst nun müd' zurück.

  Wir armen, armen Thoren!
Wir irren ja im Graus
Des Dunkels noch verloren -
Du fand'st [dich]1 längst nach Haus.


Translation(s): ENG FRE

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Confirmed with Joseph Freiherrn von Eichendorff's Werke. Erster Theil. Gedichte. Berlin: M. Simion, 1841, pages 323.

1 in the 1883 version this is "ja"

Submitted by Emily Ezust

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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, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Text added to the website: 2004-04-28.
Last modified: 2014-12-15 12:02:05
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Word count: 77

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Les heures sonnent au loin

Language: French (Français) after the German (Deutsch)

  Les heures sonnent au loin,
La nuit est déjà profonde,
La flamme de la lampe est si sombre,
Ton petit lit est fait.

  Seuls passent encore les vents
Autour de la maison en gémissant,
Nous sommes à l'intérieur
Et prêtons souvent l'oreille à l'extérieur.

  C'est comme si tu devais doucement
Frapper à la porte,
Comme si tu t'étais seulement perdue,
Et rentrais maintenant fatiguée.

  Nous, pauvres, pauvres fous !
Nous errons dans l'horreur
Du noir, encore perdus –
Il y a longtemps que tu as trouvé la maison.


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Text added to the website: 2014-12-15.
Last modified: 2014-12-15 12:02:26
Line count: 16
Word count: 89