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Meine Seele lebt nicht hier!
Sie ist hin gewandelt zu der Trauten,
Die nun ewig mein ist!
Sag, o Hauch des Abends mir,
(Du umwehtest sie mit deinen Schwingen)
Wo sie jetzo wandelt?
Stark liebt ihre Seel', und treu!
Weint ihr Aug jetzt, daß ihr Lieber fern ist?
Sag mirs, Hauch des Abends!
Sieh, da tritt der Mond hervor;
Bleich ist sein Gesicht, und [melancholisch,]1
Wie getrennte Liebe.
Warlich[sic], Mond, sie blickt dich an!
Denkt der Stunden heiliger Umarmung,
Und du weinst vor Mitleid!
Hell dich auf, und lach ihr zu!
Denn ich eil ihr, mit der Sonn', entgegen[;]
Lach, o Mond, ihr Trost zu!
Confirmed with Johann Martin Miller, Siegwart. Eine Klostergeschichte, Faksimiledruck nach der Ausgabe von 1776, mit einem Nachwort von Alain Faure, Zweiter Band, Stuttgart: J.B. Metzlersche Verlagsbuchhandlung, 1971, pages 897-898
1 Türk: "traurig ist er"Text Authorship:
- by Johannes Martin Miller (1750 - 1814), "An den Mond", appears in Siegwart. Eine Klostergeschichte [author's text checked 1 time 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 Daniel Gottlob Türk (1750 - 1813), "An den Mond", published 1780 [ voice and piano ], from Lieder und Gedichte aus dem Siegwart, no. 17, Leipzig und Halle, private publication (i.e., financed by the composer) [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs [Senior Associate Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2016-06-16
Line count: 18
Word count: 106
My soul does not live here!
It has wandered toward the dear one,
Who is now mine forever!
Oh breath of evening, tell me
(For you wafted about her with your pinions)
Where she now walks?
Her soul loves fervently, and loyally!
Do her eyes weep now that her lover is far away?
Tell me, breath of evening!
Lo, the moon appears now;
Pale is its visage, and [melancholy,]1
Like love which cannot be with the beloved.
Truly, moon, she gazes at you!
Remembers the hours of holy embraces,
And you weep in pity!
Become more bright and smile at her!
For, with the sun, I hurry toward her[;]
Smile, oh moon, smile comfort upon her!
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View text without footnotes1 Türk: "sad is it"
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Johannes Martin Miller (1750 - 1814), "An den Mond", appears in Siegwart. Eine Klostergeschichte
This text was added to the website: 2016-06-16
Line count: 18
Word count: 117