Ich saß am Euphratquelle

    Leiermann in die Töne des Nachspiels einfallend
Ich saß am Euphratquelle,
Und dachte liebend dein,
Die Wogen strömten helle
Im lichten Sonnenschein.
 
    Da drang es aus den Tiefen
Wie Flöten an mein Ohr,
Und süße Stimmen riefen:
"Komm doch in unsern Chor."
 
Ich aber sprach dagegen:
"Der Weg ist mir zu naß,
Und euer Fluthensegen
Ist eben auch kein Spaß."
 
    Da lachte das Gesindel
In seinem Wasserschrein,
Ich aber nahm mein Bündel
Und ging und dachte dein.

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Confirmed with Bilder des Orients von Heinrich Stieglitz, Zweiter Band, II. Persien, Leipzig, bei Carl Cnobloch, 1831, pages 239-240.

Authorship

• by Heinrich Stieglitz (1801 - 1849), no title, appears in Bilder des Orients, from a play called Ein Tag in Isphahan, first published 1831 [ author's text checked 1 time]

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• by Heinrich August Marschner (1795 - 1861), "Leiermann unter Nuschabe's Zelt!", op. 90, Heft 2 no. 7, published 1835 [voice and piano], from Bilder des Orients von H. Stieglitz [I], no. 14, Berlin, Fröhlich und Co. [
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• ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , title 1: "The hurdy-gurdy man under Nuschabe's tent", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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The hurdy‑gurdy man under Nuschabe's tent

I sat at the source of Euphrates,
And thought lovingly of you,
The waves flowed brightly
In the brilliant sunshine.
 
    Then from the depths a sound
Like flutes came to my ear,
And sweet voices called:
"Why don't you join our choir?"
 
But I countered:
"The way is too wet for me,
And your plethora of floods
Is not exactly a jest."
 
    At that the rabble laughed
In its watery cabinet,
But I, I took up my bundle
And went off and thought of you.

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• a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Stieglitz (1801 - 1849), no title, appears in Bilder des Orients, from a play called Ein Tag in Isphahan, first published 1831
• This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Heinrich August Marschner. Go to the text.

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