Die Nacht fällt ein,
Das Fest verloht,
Die Fackeln im Garten
Verleuchten rot.
Du nickest leicht
Mir gute Nacht --
Du hast diesen Abend
So viel gelacht!
Du hast diesen Abend
So viel gesprochen,
Und ein ungegebenes
Wort mir gebrochen.
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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 73.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Wolfgang Rolf Ackermann , "Vorwurf", <<1957 [ voice and piano ], from Neun Lieder, no. 8 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Sándor Jemnitz (1890 - 1963), "Vorwurf", op. 15 (Elf Lieder) no. 2, published 1922 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Christian Immo Schneider (b. 1935), "Vorwurf ", 1980 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Othmar Schoeck (1886 - 1957), "Vorwurf", WoO. 27 (1907) [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Carl von Szelle , "Vorwurf ", 1925 [ voice and piano ], from Sechszehn [sic] Gedichte von Hermann Hesse, no. 4 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Reproach", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Reproche", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2009-04-29
Line count: 12
Word count: 39
Night descends,
The festival dies down,
The torches in the garden
Extinguish redly.
Lightly you nod
Good night to me --
This evening you have
Laughed so much!
This evening you have
Spoken so much,
And you broke a promise
To me that you did not make.