Ah dearest! when I am with you | Ah dearest! when I am with you

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by Rudolf Hirsch (1816 - 1872)

Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Ach Liebste! wenn ich bei Dir bin

Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: ENG

Ach Liebste! wenn ich bei Dir bin,
Ich mein', ich hätt' hab' der Lerche Sinn,
Die trillernd, voller Fröhlichkeit
In alle Welt die Lieder streut.

Doch, Liebste, wenn ich von Dir geh',
Da fühl' ich gleich ein tiefes Weh',
Und werde wie die Nachtigall,
Die einsam singt mit trübem Schall.--

O daß ich nie wie Nachtigall
Die Lieder säng' mit trübem Schall
Und daß ich stets nur Lerche wär,
Was wollte da mein Herz noch mehr?!

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Confirmed with R. Hirsch, Irrgarten der Liebe, Wien: Verlag vom Carl Gerold, 1850, page 55.

Text Authorship:

by Rudolf Hirsch (1816 - 1872), no title, appears in Irrgarten der Liebe, no. 26 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

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Ah dearest! when I am with you

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Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

Ah dearest! when I am with you,
I believe I have the spirit of a lark,
Which trilling, full of happiness,
Strews songs into all the world.

But, dearest, when I depart from you,
I immediately feel a deep pain,
And become like the nightingale,
Which sings solitarily with a melancholy sound. --

Oh that I would never like the nightingale
Sing songs with a melancholy sound
And that I were always only a lark,
What more could my heart desire then?!

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