Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Über Wald und Flur und Wiese
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Blancheflour
   "Über Wald und Flur und Wiese
Streut der Abend Blumen aus;
Eine nennt man Heloise,
Doch die welkt allein im Strauß.
Klostergarten
Hält im harten
Zwinger dieses Blümleins Pracht;
Kann nicht fliegen,
Muß erliegen,
Sagt zum Leben: gute Nacht!"
 
Aleard
   "Lieber Gott, das Spätroth funkelt,
Nachtigall führt süßen Streit,
Lüfte kühlen, Abend dunkelt,
Ach, das war ja sonst die Zeit.
Still, du Locken!
Klosterglocken
Gehn den mahnend ernsten Gang.
Liebeszungen
Sind verklungen,
Was noch klingt ist Leichensang."
 
Blancheflour
Willst hinaus Du, Heloise?
Sehnst Dich nach der blüh'nden Schaar?
 
Aleard
Willst Du über Feld und Wiese,
Wieder wandeln, Abälard?
 
Beide
Nein, der Erde
Grambeschwerde
Sagen wir fortan Ade!
Wer im Sinne
Klagt um Minne,
Dem thut Einsamkeit nicht weh.
 
Blancheflour
Über ferne Seen klingt es;
Kommt's von Dir, mein Abälard?
 
Aleard
Über ferne Wälder singt es;
Heloise, tönst so klar?
 
Beide
Nachtigallen-
Lieder schallen,
Sagen schon dem Lenz Ade!
Klosterzelle,
Schleuß die Schwelle;
Mir thut Einsamkeit nicht weh.

About the headline (FAQ)

Confirmed with Der Zauberring. Ein Ritterroman von Friedrich Baron de la Motte Fouqué, Erster Theil, Nürnberg: bei Johann Leonhard Schrag, 1812, pages 180-182


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Over wood and field and meadow
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Blancheflour
   "Over wood and field and meadow
The evening strews flowers;
One is called Heloise,
But it withers all alone in a bouquet.
A cloister garden
Holds in a stern
Prison the glory of this little flower;
It cannot fly,
Must succumb,
Says to life: good night!"
 
Aleard
   "Dear God, the late evening glow sparkles,
The nightingales wage their sweet battles,
Breezes cool, evening darkness falls,
Ah, that was once the [accustomed] time!
Silence, temptation!
The bells of the cloister
Are solemnly sounding in warning.
Tongues speaking of love
Have fallen silent,
All that still sounds are funereal songs."
 
Blancheflour
Do you wish to go out, Heloise?
Do you yearn for the blossoming throng?
 
Aleard
Over field and meadow do you wish
To wander again, Abelard?
 
Both
Nay, to the world's
Weight of affliction
We bid adieu henceforth!
They who in their spirits
Lament for love
Are not hurt by solitude.
 
Blancheflour
Across distant lakes comes a sound;
Comes it from you, my Abelard?
 
Aleard
Across distant forests comes a singing;
Heloise, is it you sounding so clearly?
 
Both
Nightingales'
Songs resound,
Are already bidding spring adieu!
Cloister cell,
Close the threshold;
Solitude does not hurt me.

About the headline (FAQ)

Translation of title "Über Wald und Flur" = "Over wood and meadow"

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