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English translations of Drei Lieder, opus posth. 115

by Franz Peter Schubert (1797 - 1828)

1. Das Lied im Grünen
by Franz Peter Schubert (1797 - 1828), "Das Lied im Grünen", op. posth. 115 no. 1, D 917 (1827), published 1829 [ voice, piano ], M. J. Leidesdorf, VN 1152, Wien
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Ins Grüne, ins Grüne!
Da lockt uns der Frühling der liebliche Knabe,
Und führt uns am blumenumwundenen Stabe,
Hinaus, wo die Lerchen und Amseln so wach,
In Wälder, auf Felder, auf Hügel, zum Bach,
Ins Grüne, ins Grüne.

Im Grünen, im Grünen!
Da lebt es sich wonnig, da wandeln wir gerne,
Und heften die Augen dahin schon von ferne;
Und wie wir so wandeln mit heiterer Brust,
Umwallet uns immer die kindliche Lust,
Im Grünen, im Grünen.

Im Grünen, im Grünen,
Da ruht man so wohl, empfindet so schönes,
Und denket behaglich an Dieses und Jenes,
Und zaubert von hinnen, ach! was uns bedrückt,
Und alles herbey, was den Busen entzückt,
Im Grünen, im Grünen.

Im Grünen, im Grünen,
Da werden die Sterne so klar, die die Weisen
Der Vorwelt zur Leitung des Lebens uns preisen.
Da streichen die Wölkchen so zart uns dahin,
Da heitern die Herzen, da klärt sich der Sinn,
Im Grünen, im Grünen.

Im Grünen, im Grünen,
Da wurde manch Plänchen auf Flügeln getragen,
Die Zukunft der grämlichen Aussicht entschlagen.
Da stärkt sich das Auge, da labt sich der Blick,
Sanft wiegen die Wünsche sich hin und zurück,
Im Grünen, im Grünen.

Im Grünen, im Grünen,
Am Morgen, am Abend, in traulicher Stille,
Entkeimet manch Liedchen und manche Idylle
Und Hymen oft kränzt den poetischen Scherz,
Denn leicht ist die Lockung, empfänglich das Herz
Im Grünen, im Grünen.

Ins Grüne, ins Grüne!
Laßt heiter uns folgen dem freundlichen Knaben!
Grünt einst uns das Leben nicht fürder, so haben
Wir klüglich die grünende Zeit nicht versäumt,
Und, wann es gegolten, doch glücklich geträumt,
Im Grünen, im Grünen.

Text Authorship:

  • by Johann Anton Friedrich Reil (1773 - 1843), "Das Lied im Grünen", written 1827, first published 1827

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Note: Schubert received Reil's poem in manuscript form four months before it was printed. Schubert's manuscript is now in the possession of Stanford University, California. The first printed edition of the song (Leidesdorf, June 1829) and subsequent publications have several textual modifications and include an additional stanza (following stanza 6) not known to Schubert, which might have been provided by Reil:

O gerne im Grünen
Bin ich schon als Knabe und Jüngling gewesen,
Und habe gelernt, und geschrieben, gelesen,
Im Horaz und Plato, dann Wieland und Kant,
Und glühenden Herzens mich selig genannt,
Im Grünen, im Grünen.
The first edition further included three stanzas bei Reil "als Traueropfer dem Verklärten vom Dichter nachgeweiht und der Melodie unterlegt":
Dem Schläfer im Grünen.

O Schubert! Im Grünen
Hat öfter dies Liedchen dich Heitern erquicket;
Uns aber, wo je du gesungen, entzücket.
Ha! nimmer vergißt sich der Geist, das Gemüth,
Das deinen Akkorden und Liedern entglüht,
Die nimmer vergrünen.

Dein Lied, auch im Grünen
Am grünlichen Quelle der Musen entsprungen,
Wird oft noch im Grünen von Frohen gesungen;
Was göttlich durch dich Polyhymnia sprach,
Das singet die Nachwelt und Mitwelt dir nach,
Mag's schneien, mag's grünen.

Ach leider! das Grüne
Hält selbst nun den lieblichen Sänger umfangen,
Doch steigen die Lorbeern im herrlichen Prangen.
Aus seinen Gesängen, die ewig uns grün,
Wird opfernd das Blümchen: Erinnerung blühn.

by Johann Anton Friedrich Reil (1773 - 1843)
1. Song in the countryside
Language: English 
To the countryside, to the countryside,
Spring beckons, that lovely little boy;
and leads us out with a flower-entwined staff
to where the larks and blackbirds are so wakeful;
to the forests, to the fields, to the hill by the brook -
To the countryside, to the countryside.

In the countryside, in the countryside,
life is wonderful, and we wander there with pleasure
and pin our eyes on it while yet far off;
and as we wander with high spirits,
about us always flutters a childlike delight,
in the countryside, in the countryside.

In the countryside, in the countryside,
one can rest so well, experiencing such lovely feelings,
and thinking comfortably on this and that,
and magically banishing those things that depress us
while invoking those things in which our hearts delight.
In the countryside, in the countryside.

In the countryside, in the countryside,
the stars become so clear that wise men
of the old world prize them for guiding life;
little clouds stroke us gently as they pass,
hearts grow lighter, the senses clarify -- 
in the countryside, in the countryside.

In the countryside, in the countryside,
many a plan has grown wings;
the future loses its grim aspect,
the eye is strengthened, the gaze is refreshed,
wishes rock gently back and forth
in the countryside, in the countryside.

In the countryside, in the countryside
in the morning and the evening, in the cosy quiet, 
many a little song and many an idyll sprout;
and Hymen often crowns the poetic jest -
for attraction is easy, and the heart is susceptible
in the countryside, in the countryside.

To the countryside, to the countryside,
let us joyfully follow that friendly boy.
If one day life no longer blooms for us, then 
we wisely will not miss that green time;
for when it was essential, we happily dreamed away
in the countryside, in the countryside.

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

    Emily Ezust permits her translations to be reproduced without prior permission for printed (not online) programs to free-admission concerts only, provided the following credit is given:

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Translation of the extra stanza by Reil (not known to Schubert but included in the first edition of the song (see note on left)):

O glad I was in the countryside
when I was a boy and youth;
there I learned and wrote, reading
Horace and Plato, then Wieland and Kant;
and my glowing heart pronounced me blissful
in the countryside, in the countryside.


This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 42
Word count: 311

Translation © by Emily Ezust
2. Wonne der Wehmut
 (Sung text)
by Franz Peter Schubert (1797 - 1828), "Wonne der Wehmut", op. posth. 115 no. 2, D 260 (1815), published 1829
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Trocknet nicht, trocknet nicht,
Thränen der ewigen Liebe!
Ach! nur dem halbgetrockneten Auge
Wie öde, wie todt die Welt ihm erscheint!
Trocknet nicht, trocknet nicht,
Thränen unglücklicher Liebe!

Text Authorship:

  • by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832), "Wonne der Wehmuth", written 1775, first published 1789

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by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)
2. The joy of sadness
Language: English 
Do not run dry, do not run dry,
Tears of eternal love!
Even to the half-dry eye
How desolate and dead the world appears!
Do not run dry, do not run dry,
Tears of unhappy love!

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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    Translation copyright © by Emily Ezust,
    from the LiederNet Archive

    For any other purpose, please write to the e-mail address below to request permission and discuss possible fees.
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 6
Word count: 36

Translation © by Emily Ezust
3. Sprache der Liebe
 (Sung text)
by Franz Peter Schubert (1797 - 1828), "Sprache der Liebe", op. posth. 115 no. 3, D 410 (1816), published 1829, stanza 1 [ voice, piano ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Laß dich mit gelinden Schlägen
Rühren, meine zarte Laute!
Da die Nacht hernieder thaute,
Müssen wir Gelispel pflegen.
Wie sich deine Töne regen,
Wie sie athmen, klagen, stöhnen,
Wallt das Herz zu meiner Schönen,
Bringt ihr aus der Seele Tiefen
Alle Schmerzen, welche schliefen;
Liebe denkt in süßen Tönen.

 ... 

Text Authorship:

  • by August Wilhelm Schlegel (1767 - 1845), "Die Sprache der Liebe", subtitle: "Zweyte Weise", written 1802, first published 1803

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Note: the text above is taken from stanza 1 of the original text.

Note: the text was first published in Friedrich Schlegel's Europa as the third of four variations on the following theme by Ludwig Tieck:

Liebe denkt in süßen Tönen,
Denn Gedanken stehn zu fern,
Nur in Tönen mag sie gern
Alles, was sie will, verschönen.
These four lines constitute in each of the variations the final line of each stanza, respectively. Variation I and Variation IV are in fact not Schlegel's (they are from Frau B*) and have not been included in Schlegel's collected works, while variations II and III have been provided there with the subtitles Erste Weise and Zweyte Weise.

by August Wilhelm Schlegel (1767 - 1845)
3. The language of love
Language: English 
Let yourself with gentle strokes
Stir, my tender lute!
While the dew of night drops down,
We must nurse whispers.
How your tones rain down
As if breathing, lamenting, moaning,
Undulate ‘round the heart of my beautiful one,
Take, from the soul’s depths,
All pain, which slumbers;
Love thinks in sweet tones.

 ... 

Text Authorship:

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

  • a text in German (Deutsch) by August Wilhelm Schlegel (1767 - 1845), "Die Sprache der Liebe", subtitle: "Zweyte Weise", written 1802, first published 1803
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Note: the text above is taken from stanza 1 of the original text.

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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-29
Line count: 40
Word count: 52

Translation © by Laura Stanfield Prichard
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