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Language: German (Deutsch)

Groß und rothentflammet schwebet
Noch die Sonn' am Himmelsrand,
Und auf blauen Wogen bebet
Noch ihr Abglanz bis zum Strand;
Aus dem Buchenwalde hebet
Sich der Mond, und winket Ruh' 
Seiner Schwester Erde zu.

In geschwollnen Wolken ballet
Dunkler sich die rothe Gluth,
Zarter Farbenwechsel wallet
Auf der Rockenblüthe Fluth;
Zwischen schwanken Halmen schallet
Reger Wachteln heller Schlag,
Und der Hirte pfeift ihm nach.

Wohlgeruch entsteigt den Auen 
Dort in zartgewundnem Duft, 
Und die jüngsten Stauden thauen 
Kühles Labsal durch die Luft; 
Jedes Blümchen saugt mit lauen 
Lippen, und das Gräschen sinkt 
Unter Perlen, die es trinkt.

Ihre Ringeltauben girren
Noch die Täuber sanft in Ruh',
Düstre Fledermäuse schwirren
Nun dem glatten Teiche zu,
Und der Käfer Scharen irren,
Und der Uhu, nun erwacht,
Ziehet heulend auf die Wacht.

Mit dem Köpfchen im Gefieder,
Schlummern unsre Sänger nun,
Es verstummen ihre Lieder,
Selbst die lauten Stahre ruhn
Auf den schwanken Binsen wieder,
Nur die Nachtigall allein
Freut sich noch im Mondenschein.

Wie, auch in der Stille rege,
Mit dem Anbeginn der Nacht,
Nach der mannichfalt'gen Pflege,
Nun die Mutter ist bedacht,
Daß sie ihre Kindlein lege;
Wie sie Jedes letzten Gruß
Noch belohnt mit weichem Kuß;

Also, nach des Tags Getümmel
Schaut der ew'gen Liebe Blick
Durch den sternenvollen Himmel
Auf die Erde noch zurück;
Früh vernimmt sie das Gewimmel
Der erwachten Erd', und spät
Hört sie Den, der einsam fleht. 

Wenn die Nachtigallen flöten,
Hebe dich, mein Geist, empor!
Bei des jungen Tags Erröthen
Neig', o Vater, mir dein Ohr!
Von der [Erd' und ihren]1 Nöthen
Steig, o [Geist! Wie]2 Duft der Au,
[Send' uns,]3 Vater, deinen Thau!

Translation(s): CAT DUT ENG ENG FRE

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Confirmed with Gedichte der Brüder Christian und Friedrich Leopold Grafen zu Stolberg. Zweiter Theil. Wien, 1821. Im Verlage bei J.B. Wallishausser. Hamburg, bei Perthes und Besser, pages 123-125; with Gedichte der Brüder Ch. und F. L. Grafen zu Stolberg. Zweyter Theil. Neueste Auflage. Wien 1817. Bey B. Ph. Bauer, pages 139-142; and with Taschenbuch von J.G.Jacobi und seinen Freunden für 1795. Königsberg und Leipzig, bei Friedrich Nicolovius, pages 115-118.

1 Stolberg (1795 and 1817 edition): "Erde Freud' und"
2 Stolberg (1795 and 1817 edition): "Geist, im"
3 Stolberg (1795 and 1817 edition): "Send', o"

Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator] and Peter Rastl [Guest Editor]


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) , "Cançó de capvespre", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Avondlied", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Evening song", copyright ©
  • ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , "Evening song", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Chant du soir", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.

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Evening song

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

Hovering large and ablaze with red
The sun is still at the edge of the sky,
And quivering on the blue waves,
And its reflection continues as far as the shore;
Lifting itself from the beech wood
Is the moon, which is sending a sign of restfulness
To its sister, the Earth.

Gathering in swollen clouds,
Ever darker, is the red glow;
A delicate change in the colour is spreading
Over the flood of rye blossom;
Amongst the swaying stems can be heard 
The bright cry of lively quails
And the shepherd responds on his pipe.

A lovely fragrance rises over the meadows
Over there, in gently winding scent,
And the youngest shrubs are emitting
A cool refreshment through the air,
Every little blossom is sucking it up with warm 
Lips and the grass is sinking
Under the pearls that it is drinking.

The wood pigeons' mates are cooing
Still, the doves are calling them gently to rest,
Dark bats are whirling around
Now, going towards the smooth pond,
And the swarm of beetles is on the move,
And the owl, now awake,
Is going by, crying out as it keeps watch.

With their little heads tucked into their feathers,
Our singers are now asleep,
Their songs have fallen silent,
Even the loud starlings are resting,
On the swaying rushes again,
It is only the nightingale
That is still enjoying itself in the moonlight.

Just as, even in silence there is animation,
With the onset of night,
After the various things that had to be dealt with,
The mother is now careful
To put her child to bed;
How with each final 'goodnight'
She continues to give a tender kiss;

Similarly, after the turmoil of the day
The watchfulness of eternal love looks on,
Through the star-filled sky
Back down on Earth;
Early on it hears the tumult
Of the awakening Earth, and late at night
It hears him who prays alone.

When the nightingales sing,
Lift yourself up, my spirit, rise up!
As the young day turns red
Turn your ear to me, oh father!
From the Earth and its necessities
Climb up, oh spirit! Like the scent of the meadow,
Father, send us your dew!

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