English translations of Drei Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianofortebegleitung, opus 2
by Heinrich XXIV. Prinz Reuss zu Köstritz (1855 - 1910)
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Holder Lenz, du bist dahin! [Nirgends, nirgends]1 darfst du bleiben! Wo ich sah dein frohes Blühn, Braust des Herbstes banges Treiben. Wie der Wind so traurig fuhr Durch [den Strauch]2, als ob er weine; Sterbeseufzer der Natur Schauern durch [die welken Haine]3. Wieder ist, wie bald! wie bald! Mir ein Jahr [dahingeschwunden]4. Fragend rauscht es [aus dem]5 Wald: "Hat dein Herz sein Glück gefunden?" Waldesrauschen, wunderbar Hast du [mir das]6 Herz getroffen! Treulich bringt ein jedes Jahr [Welkes Laub und welkes]7 Hoffen.
Text Authorship:
- by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850), "Herbstklage", appears in Gedichte, in 1. Erstes Buch, in Herbst, first published 1831?
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Gedichte von Nicolaus Lenau, Gesammt-Ausgabe, Leipzig, Druck und Verlag von Philipp Reclam jun., 1881, pages 40-41.
1 Bill: "Nirgends"2 Schoeck: "die Straßen" (streets)
3 Bill: "den welken Hain"
4 Bill: "geschwunden"
5 Bill: "durch den"
6 Bill: "mein"
7 Bill, Mendelssohn: "Neues Laub wie neues" (new leaves like new)
Lovely spring, you are gone! for never never may you remain! Where I saw your merry blossoms now bluster autumn's anxious stirrings. How the wind blows so mournfully through the bushes, as if it were weeping; Nature's dying sighs shudder through the decaying grove. Again it is, how soon, how soon! a year has vanished, lost from me. It rushes through the woods, asking "Has your heart found happiness?" Murmuring woods, how wonderfully have you affected my heart! Every year reliably brings Withered leaves and withered hopes.
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Wolken seh' ich abendwärts ganz in reinste Glut getaucht, Wolken ganz in Licht zerhaucht, die so schwül gedunkelt hatten. Ja, mir sagt mein ahnend' Herz: Einst noch werden, ob auch spät, wenn die Sonne niedergeht, mir verklärt der Seele Schatten.
Text Authorship:
- by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862), "Abendwolken", appears in Lieder
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Westerly I see clouds fully colored as purest embers, Clouds completely diffused in light, and becoming oppressively dark. Yes, my dreading heart tells me: as now it becomes late and still, as the sun goes down, shadows transfigure my soul.
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Mürrisch braust der Eichenwald, Aller Himmel ist umzogen, Und dem Wandrer, rauh und kalt, Kommt der Herbstwind nachgeflogen. Wie der Wind zu Herbsteszeit Mordend hinsaust in den Wäldern, Weht mir die Vergangenheit Von des Glückes Stoppelfeldern. An den Bäumen, welk und matt, Schwebt des Laubes letzte Neige, Niedertaumelt Blatt auf Blatt Und verhüllt die Waldessteige; Immer dichter fällt es, will Mir den Reisepfad verderben, Daß ich lieber halte still, Gleich am Orte hier zu sterben.
Text Authorship:
- by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850), "Herbstgefühl", appears in Gedichte, in 1. Erstes Buch, in Herbst
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Confirmed with Neuere Gedichte von Nicolaus Lenau, Stuttgart, Hallberger'sche Verlagshandlung, 1838, page 89.