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Als ich jüngst am frühen Morgen Von der Quelle wiederkam Und des braunen Rosses Wiehern Aus dem Stalle her vernahm, Hab' ich meinen blanken Eimer Vor die Thüre hingesetzt. Drinnen fand ich meinen Selmas, Doch sein Auge war benetzt. "Sprich, was weinst Du, lieber Jüngling? Schöner Reiter, sag' es mir! Meine Liebe wend' ich nimmer, Nimmer wieder ab von Dir!" "Mädchen, wie die Lilie bist Du, Die im offnen Garten steht, Welche Jeder, dem es einfällt, Unbarmherzig pflücken geht. Ach, sie haben dich verläumdet Und gesagt: sie hat beim Tanz Ihren Ring verschenkt, im Gasthaus Gar verloren ihren Kranz!" "Sieh, die Hand, die jetzt Dich streichelt, Glänzt am Finger nicht Dein Ring? Frag', ob in der Mutter Kammer Wohlverwahrt mein Kranz nicht hing. Wasser in der reinen Quelle Bleibet ja doch immer rein: Wird nicht immer treu die Liebe In dem treuen Herzen sein?"
Confirmed with Litthauische Volkslieder und Sagen bearbeitet von Wilhelm Jordan, Berlin: Verlag von Julius Springer, 1844, pages 26-27.
Text Authorship:
- by Wilhelm Jordan (1819 - 1904), "Trost" [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 Walther von Goethe (1818 - 1885), "Trost", op. 21 (Vier Gesänge) no. 4, published 1847 [ voice and piano ], Wien: Pietro Mechetti qm Carlo [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Comfort", copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs [Senior Associate Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2025-11-26
Line count: 28
Word count: 144
Recently, when in the early morning I came back from the water-spring And heard the whinnying of the Brown horse coming from the stable, I set my shiny pail down Before the door. In [the stable] I found my Selmas, But his eyes were wet. "Speak, why are you crying, dear lad? Handsome rider, tell me why! I shall never, nevermore Turn my love away from you!" "Maiden, you are like the lily That grows in a public garden, Which everyone who takes the notion Ruthlessly goes to pick. Ah, they have slandered you And said: At the dance She gave away her ring; in the tavern She even lost her wreath!" "See the hand that now caresses you, Does not your ring sparkle on my finger? Ask, if in my mother's chamber My wreath is not hanging, safely kept. For water in the pure spring Ever remains pure: Shall not love ever remain Faithful in a faithful heart?"
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Wilhelm Jordan (1819 - 1904), "Trost"
This text was added to the website: 2025-11-27
Line count: 28
Word count: 159