English translations of Zwei Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte, opus 11

"An meiner Thüre du blühender Zweig
Frühe beim Morgenrothe,
Bist mir ein lieblicher Fingerzeig,
Sehnender Freundin Bote.

Tausendmal segn' ich den flüchtigen Fuß,
Der mit schüchternem Wagen
Dich als thaufrischen, wonnigen Gruß
Mir auf die Schwelle getragen.

Weiß ich es doch, als hätt' ich's gesehn,
Wer dich pflückte vom Strauche,
Wittre in deinem Dufte ein Wehn
Von ihres Mundes Hauche.

Und ein sinniger, seliger Mann,
Pflanz' ich dich auf am Hute,
Sehen mag dich, wer sehen kann,
Sehen die Hochgemuthe!" 

“At my door, you blossoming twig,
Early in the red of the dawn,
To me you are a lovely indication,
The messenger of my yearning beloved.

A thousand times I bless the fleet foot,
That with shy daring
Carried you as a dew-fresh, delightful greeting
[And placed you] upon my threshold.

I know it as if I had seen it happen,
Who picked you from the bush,
In your scent I discern a wafting
Of the breath of her mouth.

And a thoughtful, blessed man,
I plant you upon my hat,
Then may see you whoever can see,
See the joyful one!”

Text Authorship:

• Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2014 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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Based on:

• a text in German (Deutsch) by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Der Rattenfänger von Hameln: Eine Aventiure, first published 1876
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Translated titles:
"An meiner Thüre du blühender Zweig" = "Beside my door, you blossoming twig"
"Morgengruss" = "Morning greeting"

This text was added to the website: 2014-10-21
Line count: 16
Word count: 102

Leer ist der Tag, er geht zu Ende,
Fort, heißes, unbarmherziges Licht!
Komm, süße Trösterin Nacht und sende
Herauf mir mein liebes Traumgesicht.
Dann seh' ich ihn wieder mit Entzücken,
Den Stern meines Lebens, der mir verblich,
Und ich darf an die sehnende Brust ihn drücken,
Und es träumet mein Herz, er liebte mich.
Seine Hand so warm, seine Lippen so wonnig,
Und er spricht es zu mir, das berückende Wort,
Seine Stirn so klar, sein Auge so sonnig,
Durch alle Himmel trägt er mich fort.

The day is empty, it ends,
Away, hot, merciless light!
Come night, sweet comforter, and call forth
For me my dear dream vision.
With rapture then I see him again,
The star of my life who faded for me,
And I may press him to my yearning bosom,
And my heart dreams that he loved me.
His hand so warm, his lips so blissful,
And he speaks it to me, that enchanting word,
His brow so clear, his eyes so sunny,
He carries me off through all the heavens.

Text Authorship:

• Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2015 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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Based on:

• a text in German (Deutsch) by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Der wilde Jäger: Eine Waidmannsmär, first published 1877
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Translated titles:
"Wulfhild" = "Wulfhild"
"Leer ist der Tag" = "The day is empty"
"Wulfhilden's Gesang" = " Wulfhild's song"
"Leer ist der Tag, er geht zu Ende" = "The day is empty, it ends"
"Lied der Wulfhild" = "Song of Wulfhild"

This text was added to the website: 2015-04-10
Line count: 12
Word count: 89