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Worte! Worte! keine Taten! Niemals Fleisch, geliebte Puppe, Immer Geist und keinen Braten, Keine Knödel in der Suppe! Doch vielleicht ist dir zuträglich Nicht die wilde Lendenkraft, Welche galoppieret täglich Auf dem Roß der Leidenschaft. Ja, ich fürchte fast, es riebe, Zartes Kind, dich endlich auf Jene wilde Jagd der Liebe, Amors Steeple-chase-Wettlauf. Viel gesünder, glaub ich schier, Ist für dich ein kranker Mann Als Liebhaber, der gleich mir Kaum ein Glied bewegen kann. Deshalb unsrem Herzensbund, Liebste, widme deine Triebe; Solches ist dir sehr gesund, Eine Art Gesundheitsliebe.
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Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Nachgelesene Gedichte 1845-1856, no. 63 [author's text not yet checked 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 David Leonard Blake (b. 1936), "Lotosblume 2", published 1981 [ high voice and instrumental ensemble (11 instruments) ], from From the mattress grave : a cycle of twelve songs to poems by Heine, no. 10 [ sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CZE Czech (Čeština) (Otokar Fischer) , "Slova, slova!"
- ENG English [singable] (Peter Palmer) , "Lotus 2", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2008-11-10
Line count: 20
Word count: 89
Phrases! phrases! empty boasting! Never meat, my little lady, Ample steam but nothing roasting, Not one dumpling in the gravy! Still, perhaps that gallivanting Might not match your present needs, Such unbridled heaving, panting, Borne along on passion's steed. One can almost read the worry, Slender child, upon your face From the fast and furious scurry, Amor's ardent steeplechase. How much wiser it would be If you took a feeble soul, Chose to love a man like me, Who can scarcely move at all. Dearest, curb your nat'ral urges, Nurse our marriage with devotion: See the benefits emerging, Call it love as health promotion.
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- Singable translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2009 by Peter Palmer, (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 Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Nachgelesene Gedichte 1845-1856, no. 63
This text was added to the website: 2009-06-10
Line count: 20
Word count: 104