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Phidile

Language: German (Deutsch)

Ich war erst sechszehn Sommer alt,
  Unschuldig und nichts weiter,
Und kannte nichts als unsern Wald,
  Als Blumen, Gras und Kräuter.

Da kam ein fremder Jüngling her;
  Ich hatt' ihn nicht verschrieben,
Und wußte nicht wohin noch her;
  Der kam und sprach von Lieben.

Er hatte schönes langes Haar
  Um seinen Nacken wehen;
[Und]1 einen Nacken, als [das]2 war,
  Hab ich noch nie gesehen.

Sein Auge, himmelblau und klar!
  Schien freundlich was zu flehen,
So blau und freundlich, als das war,
  Hab ich noch kein's gesehen.

Und sein Gesicht, wie Milch und Blut!
  Ich hab's nie so gesehen;
Auch, was er sagte, war sehr gut,
  Nur konnt' ich's nicht verstehen.

Er gieng mir allenthalben nach,
  Und drückte mir die Hände,
Und sagte immer O und Ach,
  Und küßte sie behende.

Ich sah' ihn einmahl freundlich an,
  Und fragte, was er meynte;
Da fiel der junge schöne Mann
  Mir um den Hals, und weinte.

Das hatte Niemand noch gethan;
  Doch war's mir nicht zuwider,
Und meine beyden Augen sahn
  In meinen Busen nieder.

Ich sagt' ihm nicht ein einzig Wort,
  Als ob ichs übel nähme,
Kein einzigs, und - er flohe fort;
  Wenn er doch wieder käme!


Translation(s): DUT ENG FRE

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J. Kraus sets stanzas 1-2, 4-5, 7-9

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Confirmed with ASMUS omnia sua SECUM portans, oder Sämmtliche Werke des Wandsbecker Bothen, I. und II. Theil. [Wandsbeck 1775], pages 54-56.

First published 1771 in a slightly different form in Göttinger Musenalmanach, see below.

See also Bürger's poem Robert, which refers to this poem.

1 Zumsteeg: "So"
2 Zumsteeg: "der"

Submitted by Richard Morris and Peter Rastl

Authorship

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Another version of this text exists in the database.

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

  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Phidile", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , "Phidile", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Phidile", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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

Last modified: 2017-10-11 12:39:23
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Word count: 196

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Phidile

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

I was just sixteen summers old,
Nothing but innocent,
And I knew nothing but our wood,
Nothing but our flowers, trees and herbs.

Then along came a young man, a stranger;
I had not summoned him,
And I did not know where he might be from;
Along he came and spoke of love.

He had beautiful long hair
Flowing around his neck;
And a neck like that 
Is something I have never seen before.

His eyes, sky blue and clear!
They appeared to be asking for something in a friendly way,
Such blue and friendly eyes as that,
I have never seen any like that.

And his face, like milk and blood!
I have never seen anything like it;
Also, what he said was very good,
Except I couldn't understand it.

He followed me everywhere,
And he pressed my hands,
And kept saying 'oh' and 'ah',
And quickly kissed them.

I gave him a single friendly glance
And asked what his intentions were;
Then the beautiful young man fell
Around my neck and started crying.

Nobody had ever done that before;
But I didn't object to it,
And both my eyes looked
Down into my bosom.

I didn't say a single word to him
That might have given him the idea I had taken it badly,
Not a single word, and he fled away;
If only he would come back!


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Based on
  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Matthias Claudius (1740 - 1815), "Phidile", first published 1771 DUT FRE
      • This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Joseph Martin Kraus, Othmar Schoeck, Franz Peter Schubert, Josef Antonín Štěpán, Johann Rudolf Zumsteeg. Go to the text.

 

Text added to the website: 2018-01-07.
Last modified: 2018-01-07 19:01:26
Line count: 36
Word count: 230