Da schon die Sonne sich verbarg
Und in die fahlen Berge sank,
Der rauhe Wind im gelben Park
Mit Laub bedeckte Weg und Bank,
Da sah ich dich und sahst du mich;
Du rittest still dein dunkles Roß
Und rittest still und feierlich
Durch Wind und Blätterfall zum Schloß.
Das war ein traurig Wiedersehn:
Du rittest blaß und langsam fort,
Ich blieb am hohen Gitter stehn,
Es dunkelte, und keines sprach ein Wort.
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Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 10 Die Gedichte, bearbeitet von Peter Huber, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002, page 56.
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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) , "El retrobament", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Meeting again", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Les retrouvailles", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2009-05-25
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Word count: 73
When the sun was already hiding itself
And sinking into the pale mountains,
[When] the rough wind in the yellow park
Covered path and bench with leaves,
I saw you and you saw me;
Silently you rode your dark horse
And rode silently and solemnly
Through the wind and leaf-fall toward the castle.
That was a sad meeting:
Pale you rode away and slowly,
I remained standing at the high railing,
It grew dark, and neither of us spoke a word.