Der Genesene an die Hoffnung
Language: German (Deutsch)
Tödtlich graute mir der Morgen:
Doch schon lag mein Haupt, wie süß!
Hoffnung, dir im Schoß verborgen,
bis der Sieg gewonnen hieß,
bis der Sieg gewonnen hieß.
Opfer bracht' ich allen Göttern,
Doch vergessen warest du;
Seitwärts von den ew'gen Rettern
Sahest du dem Feste zu.
O, vergieb, du Vielgetreue!
Tritt aus deinem Dämmerlicht,
Daß ich dir in's ewig neue,
Einmal schaue, recht von Herzen,
Wie ein Kind und sonder Harm;
Ach, nur Einmal ohne Schmerzen
schließe mich in deinen Arm!
Translation(s): ENG ITA FRE FRE
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Submitted by Emily Ezust
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Iain Sneddon) , title 1: "The Convalescent addresses Hope", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , title 1: "Il malato risanato alla speranza", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "Le convalescent à l'espoir", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , title 1: "Le convalescent à l'Espérance", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:42
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Word count: 83
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The Convalescent addresses Hope
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
Death-like the morning dawns:
But already my head lay, so sweetly
Hope, hidden in your lap,
until the victory was won,
until the victory was won.
Sacrifices I brought to all the gods,
But forgot to look after you;
Standing aside from the eternal saviours
Watching the celebrations.
O, forgive me, you ever-faithful!
Venture from your twilight,
So that I, at your eternally renewed
Once more may gaze, with all my heart,
Like a child, and without grief;
Oh, just once more without pain
wrap me in your embrace!
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875) ITA FRE
Text added to the website: 2008-08-23.
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