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An Schwager Kronos

Language: German (Deutsch)

Spude dich, Kronos!
Fort den rasselnden Trott!
Bergab gleitet der Weg;
Ekles Schwindeln zögert
Mir vor die Stirne dein Zaudern.
Frisch, holpert es gleich,
Ueber Stock und Steine den Trott
Rasch in's Leben hinein!

Nun schon wieder
Den erathmenden Schritt
Mühsam Berg hinauf.
Auf denn, nicht träge denn,
Strebend und hoffend hinan!

Weit, hoch, herrlich [der Blick
Rings]1 ins Leben hinein,
Vom Gebirg' zum Gebirg'
Schwebet der ewige Geist,
Ewigen Lebens ahndevoll.

Seitwärts des Überdachs Schatten
Zieht dich an,
Und ein Frischung verheißender Blick
Auf der Schwelle des Mädchens da.
Labe dich! - Mir auch, Mädchen,
Diesen schäumenden Trank,
Diesen frischen Gesundheitsblick!

Ab denn, rascher hinab!
Sieh, die Sonne sinkt!
Eh' sie sinkt, eh' mich Greisen
Ergreift im Moore Nebelduft,
Entzahnte Kiefer schnattern
Und das schlotternde Gebein.

Trunknen vom letzten Strahl
Reiß mich, ein Feuermeer
Mir im schäumenden Aug',
Mich geblendeten Taumelnden
In der Hölle nächtliches Thor.

Töne, Schwager, in's Horn,
Raßle den schallenden Trab,
Daß der Orkus vernehme: wir kommen,
Daß gleich an der [Thüre]2
Der Wirth uns freundlich empfange.

Translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE ITA

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Confirmed with Goethe's Werke. Vollständige Ausgabe letzter Hand. Zweyter Band. Stuttgart und Tübingen, in der J.G.Cotta'schen Buchhandlung. 1827, pages 68-69; and with Goethe's Schriften, Achter Band, Leipzig, bey Georg Joachim Göschen, 1789, pages 198-200.

Note: Goethe wrote the initial version of this poem in the stagecoach on Oct. 10, 1774, and the manuscript of the poem became part of a poetry collection given to Charlotte von Stein in 1777, posthumously published as Goethes erste Weimarer Gedichtsammlung, see below.

1 Schubert: "rings / Den Blick"
2 Schubert: "Thür"

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)

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Al postilló Cronos", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Aan voerman Kronos", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "To Coachman Chronos", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Au postillon Chronos", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Al postiglione Kronos", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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

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Al postiglione Kronos

Language: Italian (Italiano) after the German (Deutsch)

Affrettati, Kronos!
Via, a trotto scalpitante!
Giù dal monte precipita il sentiero,
dolorosa vertigine mi opprime
la fronte alla tua incertezza.
Ecco, balza ardito
per sassi e macigni il trotto
lancia rapido nella vita.

Ora giù di nuovo
l'ansimante passo
si volge con fatica alla cima.
Su, dunque, non fermarti,
anelando e spreando, avanti!

Immensa, alta, sovrana
si volge la vista intorno alla vita,
di montagna in montagna
aleggia lo spirito eterno,
di eterna vita presago.

A lato l'ombra di un riparo
ti attira
e uno sguardo che promette ristoro,
della fanciulla sulla soglia.
Ristorati! - anche a me, fanciulla,
questa spumante bevanda,
questo sguardo fresco di salute!

Via, dunque, scendi più veloce!
Vedi, il sole tramonta!
Prima che tramonti, prima che me vecchio
inghiotta la nebbiosa palude,
e le mascelle sdentate scricchiiolino
e le ossa ciondolino,

Ebbro dell'ultimo raggio
mi trascini un mare di fuoco
nell'occhio lacrimoso,
abbagliato e vacillante,
alla soglia notturna degli inferi.

Suona, postiglione, il tuo corno,
precipita il trotto fragoroso,
che l'orco ci senta arrivare
e subito alla porta
l'ospite ci accolga cortese.

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