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Weithin rief die Mutter nach der Tochter; Von dem fernen Berge gab sie Antwort. "Hast das Linnen fertig du gebleichet?" Mutter, nein, nicht einmal angefangen! Ach, der Bursche trübte mir das Wasser! "Will ihm fluchen, fluche mit mir, Tochter!" "Frost soll ihm das Herz erstarren, Tochter!" Wie die Sonn' um Mittag, theure Mutter! "Rabenschwärze soll den Burschen färben." Wie der Schnee die Bergesgipfel, Mutter! "Hängen soll der Übelthäter, Tochter!" Ja, an meinem weissen Halse, Mutter! "Wunden soll'n das Antlitz ihm entstellen." Wunden? Ja, von meinen Küssen, Mutter! "Brausend soll der Strom ihn mit sich reissen." Und zu mir, zu mir ihn tragen, Mutter!
Text Authorship:
Based on:
- a text in Serbian (Српски) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , "Марина клешва", appears in Српске народне пјесме - скупио ис и на свијет издао Вук Стеф. Караџић (Srpske narodne pjesme), Volume I, page 382-383 (Poem 531).
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Anton Grigoryevich Rubinstein (1829 - 1894), "Weithin rief die Mutter nach der Tochter", op. 105 no. 5 [ voice, piano, and cello ad libitum ], from Serbische Lieder, no. 5 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "From far away the mother called to the daughter", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs [Senior Associate Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-07
Line count: 16
Word count: 103
From far away the mother called to the daughter; From the far-off mountains she gave an answer. "Have you finished bleaching the linen?" Mother, no! I haven't even started! Alas, the young lad sullied the water for me! "I shall curse him, curse with me, daughter!" "May frost cause his heart to congeal, daughter!" As the sun at noonday, dear mother! "May the lad be blackened like a raven!" As the snow [colours] the mountaintops, mother! "The evildoer shall hang, daughter!" Yes, upon my white throat, mother! "May wounds disfigure his face." Wounds? Yes, [wounds] from my kisses, mother! "With a roar the torrent shall sweep him away." And carry him to me, to me, mother!
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Theodore Hauptner
Based on:
- a text in Serbian (Српски) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , "Марина клешва", appears in Српске народне пјесме - скупио ис и на свијет издао Вук Стеф. Караџић (Srpske narodne pjesme), Volume I, page 382-383 (Poem 531).
This text was added to the website: 2012-06-09
Line count: 16
Word count: 116