English translations of Drei Gesänge für eine Bassstimme mit Pianoforte, opus 187
by (Peter) Nicolai von Wilm (1834 - 1911)
O Wald, o Wald, Wie ewig schön bist du! Ist es dein Grün? Ist es dein heimlich Dunkel? Dein buntes Blühn? Das irre Sonngefunkel? Daß ich auf's neu stets freudetrunken In deinen Zauber steh' versunken. Wer mag es sagen? [Wer's]1 [je]2 erfragen? [Nur singen]3 muß ich immerzu: O Wald, o Wald, Wie ewig schön bist du! O Wald, o Wald, Wie ewig schön bist du! Ist es dein Duft? Ist's deiner Büsche Wallen? Die kühle Luft, Sind's deine hohen Hallen? Daß es mich immer, immer wieder Zu dir, Geliebter, zieht hernieder. Wer mag es sagen, Wer's [je]2 erfragen? [Nur singen]3 muß ich immerzu: O Wald, o Wald, Wie ewig schön bist du! O Wald, o Wald, Wie ewig schön bist du! Ist's dein Gesang? Ist's deiner Tannen Sausen? Dein Klagen bang? Der alten Eichen Brausen? Daß Heimweh [gleich]3 mich will erfassen, Muß ich, o Trauter, dich verlassen. Wer mag es sagen Wer's [je]2 erfragen? [Nur singen]3 mich ich immerzu: O Wald, o Wald, Wie ewig schön bist du! O Wald, o Wald, Wie ewig schön bist du! Ist's Majestät? Ist's heimisch trautes Wesen, Was dich durchweht, Dich macht so auserlesen? Daß jauchzend dich des Sängers Lieder Lobpreisen immer, immer wieder! Wer mag es sagen, Wer's [je]2 erfragen? [Nur singen]3 muß ich immerzu: O Wald, o Wald, Wie ewig schön bist du!
Text Authorship:
- by Friedrich Heinrich Oser (1820 - 1891), "Waldlied", appears in Liederbuch, in 1. Naturlieder, no. 85
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Liederbuch von Friedrich Oser, 1842-1874, mit einem biographischen Verzeichnis der Componisten, Basel: Benno Schwabe, Verlagsbuchhandlung, 1875, pages 75-76.
1 Reinecke: "Wer"2 Rohde: "zu"
3 Rohde: "Nein, singen"
3 Rohde: "bald"
Oh forest, oh forest, How eternally beautiful you are! Is it your greenery? Is it your secret darkness? Your colourful blooming? The mad sparkling of the sun? That makes me ever anew and always Stand rapt in your magic, drunk with bliss. Who may tell, Who ever probe it? I must only always sing: Oh forest, oh forest, How eternally beautiful you are! Oh forest, oh forest, How eternally beautiful you are! Is it your scents? Is it the surging of your bushes? The cool air, Your high cathedrals? That again and again I am drawn Down to you, beloved. Who may tell, Who may ever probe it? I must only always sing: Oh forest, oh forest, How eternally beautiful you are! Oh forest, oh forest, How eternally beautiful you are! Is it your singing? Is it the whirling of your firs? Your anxious lamentation? The roaring of the old oaks? That homesickness immediately assails me, When I, oh lovely one, must leave you. Who may tell, Who ever probe it? I must only always sing: Oh forest, oh forest, How eternally beautiful you are! Oh forest, oh forest, How eternally beautiful you are! Is it majesty? Is it homely, comforting being That wafts through you, That makes you so exquisite? That the singer’s songs must again and again Praise you rejoicingly! Who may tell, Who ever probe it? I must only always sing: Oh forest, oh forest, How eternally beautiful you are!
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2017 by Sharon Krebs, (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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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Friedrich Heinrich Oser (1820 - 1891), "Waldlied", appears in Liederbuch, in 1. Naturlieder, no. 85
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Translations of title(s):
"Waldlied" = "Song of the forest"
"Im Wald" = "In the forest"
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Siehst du das Meer? Es glänzt auf seiner Fluth Der Sonne Pracht; Doch in der Tiefe, wo die Perle ruht, Ist finstre Nacht. Das Meer bin ich. In stolzen Wogen rollt Mein wilder Sinn, Und meine Lieder ziehn wie Sonnengold Darüber hin. Sie flimmern oft von zauberhafter Lust, Von Lieb' und Scherz; Doch schweigend blutet in verborg'ner Brust Mein dunkles Herz.
Text Authorship:
- by Emanuel von Geibel (1815 - 1884), "Siehst du das Meer?"
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Confirmed with Gedichte von Emanuel Geibel, Berlin: Verlag von Alexander Duncker, 1845, page 143.
Do you see the ocean? Upon its waters shines The splendour of the sun; But in the depths where the pearl rests, It is dark night. I am the ocean. In proud waves my wild Spirit rolls, And my songs pass like the gold of the sun Over it and away. They often flicker with magical joy, With love and jesting; But, concealed in my bosom, silently bleeds My dark heart.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Emanuel von Geibel (1815 - 1884), "Siehst du das Meer?"
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Translations of titles:
"Am Meere" = "By the sea"
"Siehst du das Meer?" = "Do you see the ocean?"
"Siehst du das Meer? Es glänzt auf seiner Flut" = "Do you see the ocean? Upon its waters shines"
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Mein Herz ist ein Becher Voll perlendem Wein, Und du bist der Zecher, Mein Liebchen vom Rhein. Die Perlen sind Lieder, Die Lieb' ist der Wein, Und Liebe und Lieder Und Herze sind dein!
Text Authorship:
- by Carl Siebel (1836 - 1868), "Zecherliebe"
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Confirmed with Carl Siebels Dichtungen gesammelt von seinen Freunden, Herausgegeben von Emil Rittershaus, Berlin: G. Grote'sche Verlagsbuchhandlung, 1877, page 49.
My heart is a beaker Full of pearling wine, -- And you are the drinker, My sweetheart from the Rhine. The pearls are songs, Love is the wine, And love and songs And heart are thine!
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2025 by Sharon Krebs, (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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This text was added to the website: 2025-08-22
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