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Leg mir aufs Haar

Language: German (Deutsch)

Leg mir aufs Haar
Die Hand; schwer ist mein Haupt,
Was meine Jugend war,
Hast du geraubt.

Unwiederbringlich ist dahin
Der Jugend Glanz, der Freude Born,
Der mir so unerschöpflich golden schien,
Und überblieben Weh und Zorn
Und Nächte, Nächte ohne End,
In denen wild und fieberheiß
Der alten Liebeslüste Kreis
Mein waches Träumen wund durchrennt.

Nur noch in Stunden seltner Rast
Tritt manchmal meine Jugend her
Zu mir, ein scheuer, blasser Gast,
Und stöhnt, und macht das Herz mir schwer ...

Leg mir aufs Haar
Die Hand; schwer ist mein Haupt.
Was meine Jugend war,
Hast du geraubt.


Translation(s): ENG FRE

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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)

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

  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , no title, copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Text added to the website: 2009-06-02.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:03:15
Line count: 20
Word count: 99

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Place upon my hair

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

Place upon my hair
Your hand; my head is heavy;
Of that which was my youth
You have robbed me.

Irretrievably gone is
The radiance of youth, the wellspring of joy,
Which seemed to me so inexhaustibly golden,
And what is left is pain and rage
And nights, nights without end,
In which, wild and hot with fever,
The old round of love’s joys
Runs wounded through my waking dreams.

Only in hours of rare rest
My youth sometimes steps up
To me, a shy, pale guest,
And moans, and makes my heart heavy . . .

Place upon my hair
Your hand; my head is heavy;
Of that which was my youth
You have robbed me.


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Text added to the website: 2018-02-28.
Last modified: 2018-02-28 13:22:24
Line count: 20
Word count: 117