English translations of Vier Lieder von Heine, opus 9
by B. Kreutzer
Dein Angesicht so lieb und schön, Das hab' ich jüngst im Traum gesehn, Es ist so mild und engelgleich, Und doch so bleich, so [schmerzenbleich]1. Und nur die Lippen, die sind rot; Bald aber küßt sie bleich der Tod. Erlöschen wird das Himmelslicht, Das aus den frommen Augen bricht.
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 5, from Winterzyklus, no. 4
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 114.
1 Schumann: "schmerzenreich"Your face so lovable and fair: I saw it recently in a dream. It is so mild and angelic, and yet so pale, so [pale with]1 pain! And only your lips are red; but soon Death will kiss them pale. Out will go the heavenly light that reflects out from your innocent eyes.
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Schumann: "full of"
Translations of titles
"Dein Angesicht" = "Your face"
"Dein Angesicht so lieb und schön" = "Your face so lovable and fair"
"Im Traumbild" = "In a dream image"
"Liebchens Angesicht" = "Darling's face"
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Mädchen mit dem roten Mündchen, Mit den Äuglein süß und klar, Du mein liebes, kleines Mädchen, Deiner denk' ich immerdar. Lang ist heut der Winterabend, Und ich möchte bei dir sein, [Bei dir sitzen, mit dir schwatzen]1, Im vertrauten Kämmerlein. An die Lippen [wollt']2 ich pressen Deine [kleine]3 weiße Hand, Und mit Thränen sie benetzen, Deine [kleine, weiße]4 Hand.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 50
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with: Heinrich Heine’s sämtliche Werke in vier Bänden, herausgegeben von Otto F. Lachmann, Erster Band, Leipzig: Druck und Verlag von Philipp Reclam jun, [1887], page 137.
1 Dresel: "mit dir schwatzen, mit dir kosen"2 Dresel: "möcht"
3 Dresel: "liebe"
4 Dresel: "weiße, liebe"
Maiden with the red little mouth, with eyes sweet and clear: You are my dear little maiden - I think of you all the time. The winter evening drags tonight, and I would be with you, to sit by you and chat in a cosy little room. I would like to press to my lips your small white hand, and moisten it with my tears, your small white hand.
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Die alten, bösen Lieder, Die Träume [schlimm]1 und arg, Die laßt uns jetzt begraben, Holt einen großen Sarg. Hinein leg' ich gar manches, Doch sag' ich noch nicht was; Der Sarg muß sein noch größer, Wie's Heidelberger Faß. Und holt eine Totenbahre, [Von Brettern]2 [fest und dick]3; Auch muß sie sein noch länger, Als wie zu Mainz die Brück'. Und holt mir auch zwölf Riesen, Die müssen noch stärker sein Als wie der [heil'ge]4 Christoph Im Dom zu Köln am Rhein. Die sollen den Sarg forttragen, Und senken ins Meer hinab, Denn solchem großen Sarge Gebührt ein großes Grab. Wißt ihr, warum der Sarg wohl So groß und schwer mag sein? Ich [legt']5 auch meine Liebe Und meinen Schmerz hinein.
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 65
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 170.
1 Schumann: "bös'"2 Schumann: "Und Bretter"
3 Jost: "dick und fest"
4 Schumann: "starke"
5 Schumann: "senkt'"
6 Jost adds a couplet from "Aus alten Märchen winkt es" at the end of his setting of this poem:
Und aller Qual entnommen, Und frei und selig sein!
The old, angry songs, The dreams angry and wicked-- Let us now bury them. Fetch a large coffin. In it will I lay many things, But I will still not say quite what. The coffin must be still larger As the cask in Heidelberg. And fetch a death bier And planks firm and thick; They must be still longer Than the bridge to Mainz. And fetch me, too, twelve giants; They must be still stronger Than that strong St. Christopher In the Cathedral to Cologne on the Rhine. They should carry the coffin away And sink it down deep in the sea, Since such a great coffin Deserves a great grave. Do you know why the coffin Must be so large and heavy? I sank with it my love And my pain, deep within.
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Lieb' Liebchen, leg's Händchen [aufs]1 Herze mein; - Ach, hörst du, wie's [pochet]2 im Kämmerlein? Da hauset ein Zimmermann schlimm und arg, Der zimmert mir einen Totensarg. [Es]3 hämmert und klopfet bei Tag und bei Nacht; [Es]3 hat mich schon längst um den Schlaf gebracht. Ach! sputet Euch, Meister Zimmermann, Damit ich [balde]4 schlafen kann.
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, written 1817, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Junge Leiden, in Lieder, no. 4, first published 1827
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View original text (without footnotes)Note: first titled "Der Zimmermann"; later titled "Holzmeyer"
1 Medtner: "auf" [sic]
2 Lange-Müller: "pocht"
3 Lange-Müller: "Er"
4 Lachner: "bald"; Franz: "nun balde"
Dear sweetheart, lay your hand on my heart; - ah, do you hear the hammering inside? inside there lives a carpenter, wicked and evil: he's building my coffin. He hammers and pounds by day and by night; it has been a long time since I could sleep. Ah, hurry, Mister Carpenter, finish so that I can sleep.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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