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Windes Rauschen, Gottes Flügel, Tief in kühler Waldesnacht; Wie der Held in Rosses Bügel, Schwingt sich des Gedankens Macht. Wie die alten Tannen sausen, Hört man Geistes Wogen brausen. Herrlich ist der Flamme Leuchten In des Morgenglanzes Roth, Oder die das Feld befeuchten, Blitze, schwanger oft von Tod. Rasch die Flamme zuckt und lodert, Wie zu Gott hinaufgefodert. Ewig's Rauschen sanfter Quellen Zaubert Blumen aus dem Schmerz, Trauer doch in linden Wellen Schlägt uns lockend an das Herz; Fernab hin der Geist gezogen, Die uns locken, durch die Wogen. Drang des Lebens aus der Hülle, Kampf der starken Triebe wild, Wird zur schönsten Liebesfülle, Durch des Geistes Hauch gestillt. Schöpferischer Lüfte Wehen Fühlt man durch die Seele gehen. Windes Rauschen, Gottes Flügel, Tief in dunkler Waldesnacht, Frei gegeben alle Zügel Schwingt sich des Gedankens Macht, Hört in Lüften ohne Grausen Den Gesang der Geister brausen.
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with Dichter-Garten. Erster Gang. Violen. Herausgegeben von Rostorf. Würzburg, bei Joseph Stahel, 1807, pages 3-4; and with Friedrich Schlegels sämmtliche Werke. Erster Band. Gedichte. Berlin, bei Julius Eduard Hitzig, 1809, pages 292-293.
Note: There is a posthumous version of an alternative text, an adaption by Ludwig Stark.
Authorship:
- by Friedrich von Schlegel (1772 - 1829), "Im Walde", first published 1807 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Franz Peter Schubert (1797 - 1828), "Waldes-Nacht", alternate title: "Im Walde", D 708 (1820), published 1832 [ voice, piano ], A.Diabelli & Co., VN 4016, Wien (Nachlaß-Lieferung 16), with the title Waldes-Nacht [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Nit al bosc (Al bosc) ", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Nacht in het woud (In het woud)", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Nuit dans la forêt ( Dans la forêt)", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Ludwig Stark) [an adaptation]
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Notte nel bosco (Nel bosco)", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Peter Rastl [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 30
Word count: 145
The soughing of the wind, God's pinions, Deep within the cool forest night! As the hero swings himself into the horse's stirrups, The power of thought swings itself. As the old fir trees swish, One hears waves of spirit roar. Glorious is the radiance of the flame In the red of the shining morning, Or those that bedew the fields, Lightning bolts, often pregnant with death. Rapidly the flame flickers and flares, As if commanded to appear before God. The eternal murmuring of gentle water-springs Magically calls forth flowers from pain, But mourning in gentle waves Beats beguilingly against our heart; The spirit is drawn far away into the distance By the waves that entice us. The compulsion of life to come forth from the husk, The battle of wild, strong urges Becomes the most beautiful plenitude of love, Calmed by the breath of the spirit. One feels the blowing of creative breezes Passing through one's soul. The soughing of the wind, God's pinions, Deep within the dark forest night! Loosened from all restraints The power of thought swings itself forth, Hears without horror in the breezes The singing of the spirits roar.
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View text with all available footnotesTranslated titles:
"Waldesnacht" = "Forest Night"
"Waldesnacht (Im Walde)" = "Forest Night (In the Forest)"
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2015 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Friedrich von Schlegel (1772 - 1829), "Im Walde", first published 1807
This text was added to the website: 2015-08-20
Line count: 30
Word count: 193