English translations of Fünf Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte, opus 9
by George Washington Magnus (1863 - 1917)
Es kommt zu spät, was du mir lächelst, Was du mir seufzest, kommt zu spät! Längst sind gestorben die Gefühle, Die du so grausam einst verschmäht. Zu spät kommt deine Gegenliebe! Es fallen auf mein Herz herab All deine heißen Liebesblicke, Wie Sonnenstrahlen auf [ein]1 Grab. * Nur wissen möcht ich: wenn wir sterben, Wohin dann unsre Seele geht? Wo ist das Feuer, das erloschen? Wo ist der Wind, der schon verweht?
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Verschiedene, in Clarisse, no. 5
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Mai: "mein"
Weil' auf mir, du dunkles Auge, Übe deine ganze Macht, Ernste, milde, [träumerische]1, Unergründlich süße Nacht! Nimm mit deinem Zauberdunkel Diese Welt von hinnen mir, Daß du über meinem Leben Einsam schwebest für und für.
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- by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850), "Bitte", appears in Gedichte, in 1. Erstes Buch, in Sehnsucht
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Nicolaus Lenau's sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von G. Emil Barthel, Leipzig: Druck und Verlag von Philipp Reclam jun., [1883], page 11.
1 Bolko von Hochberg: "zauberische"; Sjögren: "träumereiche"Linger on me, dark eyes - exert your entire power, somber, mild, dream-like, unfathomably sweet night. With your magic darkness take from me this world, so that above my life you alone will float forever and ever.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850), "Bitte", appears in Gedichte, in 1. Erstes Buch, in Sehnsucht
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Du, trüber Nebel, [hüllest]1 mir Das Tal mit seinem Fluß, Den Berg mit seinem Waldrevier, [Und jeden]2 Sonnengruß. Nimm fort in deine graue Nacht Die Erde weit und breit! Nimm fort, was mich so traurig macht, Auch die Vergangenheit.
Text Authorship:
- by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850), "Nebel", written 1831, appears in Gedichte, in 1. Erstes Buch, in Erinnerung
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Strauss: "hüllst"
2 Strauss: "Mit jedem"
You dreary fog, you shroud for me The valley with its river, The mountain with its forest range [And]1 every greeting of the sun. Take away into your grey night The earth, far and wide! Take away that which makes me so sad, The past as well.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2016 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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View original text (without footnotes)Translated titles:
"Nebel" = "Fog"
"Du trüber Nebel hüllest mir" = "You dreary fog, you shroud for me"
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Meiner schlafenden Zuleima Rinnt aufs Herz, ihr Thränentropfen; Dann wird ja das süße Herzchen Sehnsuchtvoll nach Abdul klopfen. Meiner schlafenden Zuleima Spielt ums Ohr, ihr Seufzer trübe; Dann träumt ja das blonde Köpfchen Heimlich süß von Abduls Liebe. Meiner schlafenden Zuleima Ström aufs Händchen, Herzblutquelle; Dann trägt ja ihr süßes Händchen, Abduls [Herzblut]1 rot und helle. Ach! der Schmerz ist stumm geboren, Ohne Zunge in dem Munde, Hat nur Thränen, hat nur Seufzer, Und nur Blut aus Herzenswunde.
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), "Ständchen eines Mauren", appears in Nachgelesene Gedichte 1812-1827, no. 57
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Klein: "Name"
You teardrops, rain down upon The heart of my sleeping Zuleima; For then the sweet little heart Shall throb yearningly for Abdul. You dreary sighs, play about The ear of my sleeping Zuleima; Then the little blonde head shall Secretly, sweetly dream of Abdul’s love. Stream, wellspring of my heart’s blood, Upon the little hand of my sleeping Zuleima; Then the sweet little hand shall bear Abdul’s [heart’s blood]1 red and bright. Ah! pain is born mute, Without a tongue in its mouth, It has only tears, has only sighs, And only blood from the wound of the heart.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2018 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 Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), "Ständchen eines Mauren", appears in Nachgelesene Gedichte 1812-1827, no. 57
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View original text (without footnotes)Translations of title(s):
"Ständchen eines Mauren" = "Serenade of a Moor"
"Zuleima" = "Zuleima"
"Meiner schlafenden Zuleima" = "To my sleeping Zuleima"
"Mauren-Ständchen" = "Moorish serenade"
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Schönes Leben! du liegst krank, und das Herz ist mir Müd vom Weinen und schon dämmert die Furcht in mir, Doch, doch kann ich nicht glauben, Daß du sterbest, so lang du liebst.
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- by Friedrich Hölderlin (1770 - 1843), "Der gute Glaube", appears in Gedichte 1784-1800
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Confirmed with Friedrich Hölderlin, Sämtliche Gedichte und Hyperion, Frankfurt am Main & Leipzig: Insel Verlag, 1999, page 200.
My splendid life! you are failing, and my heart is Sad from weeping and the flames of passion have already dimmed in me, Really, really, I can’t believe it, That you could pass away, you who loved so fully.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2023 by Laura Prichard, (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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