by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Auf einer Wanderung
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT ENG FRE FRE ITA
In ein freundliches Städtchen tret' ich ein,
In den Straßen liegt roter Abendschein.
Aus einem offnen Fenster eben, 
Über den reichsten Blumenflor
Hinweg, hört man Goldglockentöne schweben,
Und eine Stimme scheint ein Nachtigallenchor,
Daß die Blüten beben,
Daß die Lüfte leben,
Daß in höherem Rot die Rosen leuchten vor.

Lang' hielt ich staunend, lustbeklommen.
Wie ich hinaus vor's Tor gekommen,
Ich weiß es wahrlich selber nicht.
Ach hier, wie liegt die Welt so licht!
Der Himmel wogt in purpurnem Gewühle,
Rückwärts die Stadt in goldnem Rauch;
Wie rauscht der Erlenbach, wie rauscht im Grund die Mühle,
Ich bin wie trunken, irrgeführt --
O Muse, du hast mein Herz berührt
Mit einem Liebeshauch!

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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) , "Una passejada", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "On a walk", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Sur une promenade", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , "En balade", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Una passeggiata", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
On a walk
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Into a friendly little town I stroll -
in its streets lie the red evening glow.
From an open window,
across the most splendid riot of flowers,
one can hear gold chimes floating past,
and its one voice sounds like a chorus of nightingales,
so that the blossoms tremble,
so that the breezes come to life,
and so that the roses glow even redder.

Long I pause, astounded and oppressed by joy.
How I finally found myself past the gate
I truly do not myself know.
Ah, here, how lightly does the world lie!
The heavens sway in a purple crowd,
back there, the town is a golden haze:
how the alder brook rushes, how the mill roars on the ground;
I am as if drunk and disoriented;
o Muse, you have stirred my heart
with a breath of love!

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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