Linde durch die Linde,
Weh'n die Abendlüfte,
Weh'n mir in die Kammer,
Liederklang und Düfte.
 
  Düfte von der Linde,
Lieder vom Geliebten
[Die seit manchem Abend
Mich gar sehr betrübten!]1
 
  Vor [dem Thore]2 draußen,
Warum stehst Du wieder?
Muß ja weinen, weinen,
Hör' ich Deine Lieder!
 
  Weinen, weil die Mutter,
Mir das Fenster wehret,
Und so schöne [Mondnacht]3
Nicht mehr wiederkehret.
 
  [Singe]4 nicht von Liebe,
Singe nicht von Freude;
Stimme trüb die Saiten,
Sing' von meinem Leide!
 
  Singe, Freund, die Mutter
Schmeichelnd mir in Schlummer;
[Oder sieh mich sterben,]5
Ach, vor Liebeskummer!

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Confirmed with "Eine Novelle aus Kleinrußland", Allgemeine Theaterzeitung, Originalblatt für Kunst, Literatur, Musik, Mode und geselliges Leben, No. 67 (Wien, Donnerstag den 19. März 1846).

¹ Stollewerk: "Bothen meinem Herzen, / Ach, dem viel betrübten."
² Stollewerk: "der Thüre"
³ Stollewerk: "Mainacht"
⁴ Stollewerk: "Sing' drum"
⁵ Stollewerk: "O dann sieh mich welken"

Text Authorship:

• by Siegfried Kapper (1821 - 1879), no title, appears in Eine Novelle aus Kleinrußland [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Based on:

• a text in Russian (Русский) by P. Kulesch  [text unavailable]
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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):

• by Nina (Anna) Stollewerk (1825 - 1914), "Linde durch die Linde", op. 5 (Zwei Gedichte von Siegfried Kapper) no. 1, published 1847 [ voice and piano ], Wien, A. O. Witzendorf [sung text checked 1 time]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

• ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Gently through the linden tree", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2016-01-11
Line count: 24
Word count: 98

  Gently through the linden tree
The evening breezes blow,
Blow into my chamber
The sound of songs, and scents.
 
  Scents from the linden tree,
Songs from my beloved,
[Which for many an evening already
Have saddened me greatly!]1
 
  There outside the [gate,]2
Why are you standing again?
For I have to weep, weep,
When I hear your songs!
 
  Weep, because my mother
Keeps me from the window,
And such a beautiful [moonlit night]3
Shall not come again.
 
  [Do not sing]4 of love,
Do not sing of joy;
Tune your strings sadly,
Sing of my sorrow!
 
  Sing, beloved, beguilingly
My mother into slumber;
[Or see me die,]5
Ah, for the sorrow of love!