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Dich sing ich wilde Zerklüftung, Im Nachtsturm Aufgetürmtes Gebirge; Ihr grauen Türme Überfließend von höllischen Fratzen, Feurigem Getier, Rauhen Farnen, Fichten, Kristallnen Blumen. Unendliche Qual, Daß du Gott erjagtest Sanfter Geist, Aufseufzend im Wassersturz, In wogenden Föhren. Golden lodern die Feuer Der Völker rings. Über schwärzliche Klippen Stürzt todestrunken Die erglühende Windsbraut, Die blaue Woge Des Gletschers Und es dröhnt Gewaltig die Glocke im Tal: Flammen, Flüche Und die dunklen Spiele der Wollust, Stürmt den Himmel Ein versteinertes Haupt.
First appeared in Der Brenner, 1914/1915.
Text Authorship:
- by Georg Trakl (1887 - 1914), "Die Nacht", appears in Sebastian im Traum, in Gesang des Abgeschiedenen [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 Stephan Baekers , "Die Nacht", from Die Tageszeiten, no. 4 [sung text not yet checked]
- by François Glorieux , "Die Nacht", published 1967, from Traklgedichte, no. 3 [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Bertram Kottmann) , "The night", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "La nuit", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2007-09-22
Line count: 27
Word count: 79
It is you I sing, wild and deeply fissured rock, In the night storm you mountains towering up; you grey towers overflowing with infernal faces, fiery beasts, rough ferns, spruces, crystal flowers. Infinite agony, so that you strove for God gentle spirit, sighing in the waterfall, in swaying pines. The peoples’ fires blaze golden all around. Over the edge of blackish cliffs, drunk with death, the blushing wind-bride, the blue wave of the glacier go, and the bell in the valley Peals loud and strong: flames, curses and the dark games of lust, a petrified head storms heaven.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2018 by Bertram Kottmann, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you must ask the copyright-holder(s) directly for permission. If you receive no response, you must consider it a refusal.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Georg Trakl (1887 - 1914), "Die Nacht", appears in Sebastian im Traum, in Gesang des Abgeschiedenen
This text was added to the website: 2018-11-28
Line count: 27
Word count: 98
