by
Robert Schumann (1810 - 1856) and by
Emil Flechsig (1808 - 1878)
Jetzt sank des Abends goldner Schein
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT FRE ITA SPA
Bariton-Solo
Jetzt sank des Abends goldner Schein
Auf Syriens Rosenland herein,
Wie Glorienschimmer hing die Sonn'
Über dem heil'gen Libanon.
Es ragt in Wintermajestät
Sein Haupt, vom ew'gen Schnee beglänzt,
Indes der Sommer schläft bekränzt
Am Fuß auf einem Blumenbeet.
Die aus der Höhe konnte schau'n
Herab auf all die Zauberau'n,
Wie schön erschien ihr nicht die Welt,
Das rege Leben, rings erhellt
Der Gärten Pracht, der Wellen Schimmern,
An ihren Ufern goldne Früchte,
Die schöner noch im Sonnenlichte,
Und dann das tausendstimm'ge Rufen,
Das alte Schäferrohr, das Summen
Der Bienen im gelobten Land,
Die schwärmen über Blumenfelder,
Und Jordan, dein beglückter Strand
Und deine nachtigallenreichen Wälder!
Note: this text is a translation of part of Thomas Moore's
Paradise and the Peri.
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Ara davalla la daurada resplendor del capvespre", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Maintenant, l'éclat doré du soir tombait", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Già cala il crepuscolo d'oro", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Saúl Botero Restrepo) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Guy Laffaille
[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2012-12-13
Line count: 22
Word count: 107
Già cala il crepuscolo d'oro
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the German (Deutsch)
Baritono solo
Già cala il crepuscolo d'oro
sopra i roseti siriani,
con gloriosi bagliori il Sole
splende sul sacro Libano.
Erge, nella maestà invernale,
il capo, splendente di nevi eterne,
mentre l'estate dorme circondata,
ai suoi piedi, da un'aiuola di fiori.
A chi avesse potuto ammirare dall'alto
quell'incantevole paesaggio,
quanto meraviglioso sarebbe apparso il mondo,
con la sua vita brulicante intorno,
i giardini magnifici, le onde rilucenti,
i frutti dorati lungo le sponde,
resi ancora più belli dalla luce del sole,
e la miriade di rumori e di voci,
la antica piva dei pastori, il ronzio
delle api che, cantando lodi alla terra,
sciamano sopra i campi fioriti,
e il Giordano, dalle rive felici,
e le foreste ricche di usignoli!
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This text was added to the website: 2013-05-13
Line count: 22
Word count: 120