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Eilt, und sagt dem lieben Hirten, Dass ihn Doris nicht mehr neckt, Nicht mehr zwischen jenen Myrten Sich verräterisch ihm versteckt. Sagt, dass ich in jene Rinde Schmerzen meiner Liebe schnitt, Dass ich alles nun empfinde, Was für mich der Arme litt. Ach, an meinem jungen Leben Zehret schon der Liebe Gram. Sagt, er soll mir wiedergeben, Was er mir so grausam nahm. Soll mich länger nicht mehr kränken, Denn ich könnt' am nächsten Baum Voll Verzweiflung mich erhenken, Aber sagt ihm -- nur im Traum!
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- by (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "An Thyrsis", Hob. XXVIa no. 8 (1781/4)
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- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Karin Fill) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2022-02-23
Line count: 16
Word count: 85
Hâtez-vous et dites au cher berger Que Doris ne le taquinera plus, Qu'entre ces myrtes, plus jamais Elle ne se cachera de lui traîtreusement, Dites-lui que dans cette écorce J'ai gravé mes peines d'amour, Que maintenant je ressens tout Ce que le pauvre a souffert pour moi. Ah, ma jeune vie, Est déjà minée par la douleur de l'amour. Dites-lui qu'il devrait revenir vers moi, Ce qu'il a pris si cruellement. Qu'il ne devrait pas plus longtemps me blesser, Car à l'arbre le plus proche je pourrais De désespoir me pendre, Mais dites-lui -- seulement en rêve !
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This text was added to the website: 2022-02-23
Line count: 16
Word count: 96
