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Einst führte dich das Schicksal mir entgegen, Tief in dem Herzen fühlt' ich mich getroffen, Und fand ich dich, Geliebter, auf den Wegen, Mein Aug' sich senkte, der Himmel war mir offen. Verloren ist die Lieb', ich fühl's mit Beben, Mein Aug' sich senkt, verwelket ist das Leben! Verloren ist die Lieb', ich fühl's mit Beben, Mein Aug' sich senket, ja verwelket ist mein Leben! Nimm in die Hand ein Messerlein von Golde, Stoss es ins Herz mir ohne Furcht noch Zagen; [Dann]1 sieh, wem ich mein Dasein geben wollte, Und wem allein dies arme Herz geschlagen. Ob Wahrheit darin wohnt und Lieb' und Treue, Das künde dann mein brechend Herz auf's Neue. Ob Wahrheit darin wohnt und Lieb' und Treue, Das künde dann mein brechend Herz auf's Neue.
1 Viardot-García: "Denn" (the score likely has a typo here)
Text Authorship:
- Singable translation by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in Italian (Italiano) from Volkslieder (Folksongs)
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Pauline Viardot-García (1821 - 1910), "Die Verlassene", published 1879 [ voice and piano ], from Fünf toscanische Gedichte für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte, no. 2, Leipzig, Breitkopf & Härtel, also set in Italian (Italiano), also set in French (Français) [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The forsaken one", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Grant Hicks [Guest Editor] , Sharon Krebs [Senior Associate Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2013-08-15
Line count: 16
Word count: 130
Once fate led you toward me, Deep within my heart I felt myself wounded And when I came upon you, beloved, in the streets, I lowered my eyes; the heavens were opened for me. Love is lost, I feel it with trembling, I lower my eyes, life is wilted! Love is lost, I feel it with trembling, I lower my eyes, my life is wilted! Take into your hand a little knife of gold, Plunge it into my heart without fear or hesitation; Then see to whom I wanted to give my whole existence, And for whom alone this poor heart beat. If truth lives therein and love and faithfulness, To that may my breaking heart bear witness anew. If truth lives therein and love and faithfulness, To that may my breaking heart bear witness anew.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist
Based on:
- a text in Italian (Italiano) from Volkslieder (Folksongs)
This text was added to the website: 2013-09-01
Line count: 16
Word count: 136