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Es ist in den Wald gesungen, Wenn ich der mein Leiden sage, Die mein Herz mir hat bezwungen; Sie hört nicht auf meine Klage. Mir ist wie der Nachtigall, Die so viel vergeblich singet, Und ihr doch am Ende bringet Lauter Schmerz ihr süßer Schall. Was nützt in dem wilden Walde Kleiner Vögelein Gesang, Und ihr Tönen mannichfalte, Wer sagt ihrem Singen Dank? Stille bleibt der wilde Wald, Und die Hirsche weiter ziehen, Hören nicht den Ton im Fliehen, Der so ganz umsonst verhallt.
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Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich der tugendhafte Schreiber (flourished 1208-28) [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 Ernst Paul Flügel (1844 - 1912), "Altdeutsches Minnelied", op. 35 (Fünf Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianofortebegleitung) no. 2, published 1893 [ voice and piano ], Breslau, Hainauer [sung text not yet checked]
- by Heinrich August Marschner (1795 - 1861), "Lied nach Heinrich von d. Vogelweide", op. 92 (Sechs Lieder) no. 5, published 1836 [ voice and piano ], Hannover, Nagel [sung text not yet checked]
- by Felix Mendelssohn (1809 - 1847), "Altdeutsches Lied", op. 57 (Sechs Lieder) no. 1
Score: IMSLP [external link] [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Harald Krebs) , "Old German song", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 84
It is as if I were singing into the forest, When I tell my sorrows To her who has conquered my heart; She does not listen to my lament. I feel like the nightingale Who sings so much in vain, And yet at last her sweet sound Brings her sheer pain. What good is in the wild forest The song of little birds And their manifold tones[?] Who thanks them for their singing? The wild forest remains still, And the deer move on; While they flee they do not hear the sound That fades away in vain.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich der tugendhafte Schreiber (flourished 1208-28)
This text was added to the website: 2010-01-14
Line count: 16
Word count: 97