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The day is no more

Language: English after the Bangla (Bengali)

The day is no more, 
the shadow is upon the earth. 
It is time that I go to the stream 
to fill my pitcher.

The evening air is eager 
with the sad music of the water. 
Ah, it calls me out into the dusk. 
In the lonely lane there is no passer-by, 
the wind is up, 
the ripples are rampant in the river.

I know not if I shall come back home. 
I know not whom I shall chance to meet. 
There at the fording in the little boat 
the unknown man plays upon his lute.


Translation(s): DUT FRE FRE GER GER GER ITA SWE

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  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Text added to the website: 2005-01-17.
Last modified: 2014-07-02 13:37:52
Line count: 14
Word count: 96

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Il giorno non è più

Language: Italian (Italiano) after the English

Il giorno non è più,
l'ombra scende sulla terra.
E' l'ora che vada a riempir 
la brocca al ruscel.

L'aria della sera
è satura della triste musica delle acque,
è la mattina verso il buio.
Nel viottolo solitario non c'è nessun viandante.
Il vento s'è levato,
l'acque del fiume sono tutte increspate.

Ah! Non so se ritornerò mai più a casa,
non so in chi m'imbatterò per via.
Laggiù al guado, nella barchetta,
lo sconosciuto suona sulla sua lira.


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  • a text in English by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in Gitanjali, no. 74, first published 1912 ENG GER GER DUT FRE FRE GER SWE
      • This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Walter Arlen, John Alden Carpenter, Giannis Konstantinidis, David Leisner, Peter Pieters, Arthur Shepherd, Masters van Someren-Godfery, Frank Ticheli, Mark Wessel. Go to the text.

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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)


Text added to the website: 2008-07-14.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:48
Line count: 14
Word count: 79