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Zu dir, du einzig Teure, dringt mein Schrei Aus tiefster Schlucht, darin mein Herz gefallen. Dort ist die Gegend tot, die luft wie Blei. Und in dem Finstern fluch und schrecken wallen. Sechs Monde steht die Sonne ohne warm. In sechsen lagert das Dunkel auf der Erde. Sogar nicht das Polarland ist so arm. Nicht einmal Bach und Baum noch Feld noch Herde. Erreicht doch keine schreckgeburt des Hirnes Das kalte Grausen dieses Eis-Gestirnes Und dieser nacht o ein Chaos riesengross ! Ich neide des gemeinsten Tieres los Das tauchen kann in stumpfen Schlafes Schwindel... So langsam rollt sich ab der Zeiten Spindel!
Text Authorship:
- by Stefan George (1868 - 1933), first published 1891 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), appears in Les Fleurs du mal, in 1. Spleen et Idéal, no. 30, Paris, Le Messager de l'Assemblée, first published 1851
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Alban Maria Johannes Berg (1885 - 1935), "De Profundis clamavi", 1926 [ soprano and string quartet (2 violins, viola, and violoncello) ], from Lyrische Suite [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Manuel Capdevila i Font) , "De profundis clamavi", copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Auditorium du Louvre
This text was added to the website: 2003-11-06
Line count: 14
Word count: 102
Cap a tu, única estimada, arriba el meu crit des de la més profunda gorja, on ha caigut el meu cor. Allà l'entorn és mort, l'aire com plomís. I en la foscor broten la maledicció i l'espant. Sis mesos està el sol sense calor. En el sisè la foscor reposa en la terra. Ni tan sols les terres polars són tan pobres, Cap rierol ni arbre, ni camp ni ramat. Però el cervell no assoleix cap inici de por pel fret espant d'aquest astre de gel, i aquesta nit, oh, quin caos gegantí Envejo les bèsties més vulgars lliures [...] de tant lent que es descabdella el fus dels temps.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to Catalan (Català) copyright © 2025 by Manuel Capdevila i Font, (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 Stefan George (1868 - 1933), first published 1891
Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), appears in Les Fleurs du mal, in 1. Spleen et Idéal, no. 30, Paris, Le Messager de l'Assemblée, first published 1851
This text was added to the website: 2025-05-27
Line count: 14
Word count: 110