English translations of Lieder, opus 3
by Th. Niemann
Du bist wie eine Blume [So hold und schön und rein;]1 Ich [schau']2 dich an, und Wehmut Schleicht mir ins Herz hinein. Mir ist, als [ob ich]3 die Hände Aufs Haupt [dir]4 legen sollt', [Betend]5, daß [Gott dich]6 erhalte [So rein und schön und hold]7.
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 47, first published 1825
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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 136.
1 Ander: "So schön, so rein und hold"; Chadwick: "So schön, so hold, so rein"; Mayer: "So hold, so schön und rein"; Becker, Thuille: "So hold, so schön, so rein"; Unger: "So rein so schön und hold"2 Becker: "seh'"
3 Hinrichs: "ob"
4 Hinrichs: "ich dir"
5 Dreyschock: "und beten"
6 Liszt: "dich Gott"
7 Ander: "So hold und schön und rein"; Chadwick, Thuille: "So schön, so hold, so rein"; Mayer: "So rein, so schön und hold"; Becker: "So rein, so schön, so hold"
Thou art, as is a flower, so meek and pure and fine, I look at thee and sadness steals o'er the heart of mine. I feel that both my hands softly thy hair, thy head should seek, praying that God may preserve thee so pure and fine and meek.
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Es ragt ins Meer der Runenstein, da sitz' ich mit meinen Träumen. Es pfeift der Wind, die Möwen schrein, die Wellen, die wandern und schäumen. Ich habe geliebt manch schönes Kind und manchen guten Gesellen - Wo sind [sie]1 hin? Es pfeift der Wind, es schäumen und wandern die Wellen.
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Verschiedene, in Seraphine, no. 14
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Bretan: "die"
The runestone juts into the sea, and I sit there with my dreams. The wind whistles and the seagulls shriek; and the waves, they wander and foam. I have loved many a fair girl and made many good friends - where have they gone? The wind whistles, and the waves foam and wander.
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