English translations of Fünf Gesänge, opus 104
by Johannes Brahms (1833 - 1897)
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Leise Töne der Brust, geweckt vom Odem der Liebe,
Hauchet zitternd hinaus, ob sich euch öff'ne ein Ohr,
Oeffn' ein liebendes Herz, und wenn sich keines euch öffnet,
Trag' ein Nachtwind euch seufzend in meines zurück.
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Text Authorship:
- by Friedrich Rückert (1788 - 1866), "Nachtwache", appears in Wanderung, in 1. Erster Bezirk. Italienische Gedichte, in Distichen, no. 8
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Gentle sounds of the soul, inspired by the breath of love,
blow tremblingly forth, if you open an ear,
open a loving heart; and if none opens to you,
let the night wind carry you sighing back to me.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2004 by Emily Ezust
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Friedrich Rückert (1788 - 1866), "Nachtwache", appears in Wanderung, in 1. Erster Bezirk. Italienische Gedichte, in Distichen, no. 8
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Ruhn sie? rufet das Horn des Wächters drüben aus Westen,
Und aus Osten das Horn rufet entgegen: Sie ruhn!
Hörst du, zagendes Herz, die flüsternden Stimmen der Engel?
Lösche die Lampe getrost, hülle in Frieden dich ein.
Text Authorship:
- by Friedrich Rückert (1788 - 1866), "Nachtwache", appears in Wanderung, in 1. Erster Bezirk. Italienische Gedichte, in Distichen, no. 8
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Friedrich Rückert (1788 - 1866), "Nachtwache", appears in Wanderung, in 1. Erster Bezirk. Italienische Gedichte, in Distichen, no. 8
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Leblos gleitet Blatt um Blatt Still und traurig von den Bäumen; Seines Hoffens nimmer satt, Lebt das Herz in Frühlingsträumen. Noch verweilt ein Sonnenblick Bei den späten Hagerosen, Wie bei einem letzten Glück, Einem süßen, hoffnungslosen.
Leaf upon leaf floats lifelessly, quietly and sadly from the trees; its hopes never satisfied, the heart dwells in dreams of spring. Yet a sunny glance still lingers in the late-blooming rose bush, like one last bit of happiness - a sweet hopelessness.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Max Kalbeck (1850 - 1921)
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Brausten alle Berge, Sauste rings der Wald, -- Meine jungen Tage, Wo sind sie so bald? Jugend, teure Jugend, Flohest mir dahin; O du holde Jugend, Achtlos war mein Sinn! Ich verlor dich leider, Wie wenn einen Stein Jemand von sich schleudert In die Flut hinein. Wendet sich der Stein auch Um in tiefer Flut, Weiss ich, dass die Jugend Doch kein Gleiches tut.
Text Authorship:
- by Josef Wenzig (1807 - 1876), "Verlorene Jugend", appears in Westslawischer Märchenschatz, in Ernstere, weh- und schwermüthige Lieder, Balladen, Romanzen, first published 1857
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The mountains all bluster, the woods murmur all about - my days of youth, where have you so soon gone? Youth, precious youth, you have flown from me; o lovely youth, so heedless was my mind! I lost you regrettably, [accidentally,] as when one takes a stone and flings it away into a stream. Sometimes a stone can be reversed in its course and return from the deep flood - but I know that youth will never do the same thing.
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- a text in Slovak (Slovenčina) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) [text unavailable]
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Ernst ist der Herbst. Und wenn die Blätter fallen, sinkt auch das Herz zu trübem Weh herab. Still ist die Flur, und nach dem Süden wallen die Sänger, stumm, wie nach dem Grab. Bleich ist der Tag, und blasse Nebel schleiern die Sonne wie die Herzen, ein. Früh kommt die Nacht: denn alle Kräfte feiern, und tief verschlossen ruht das Sein. Sanft wird der Mensch. Er sieht die Sonne sinken, er ahnt des Lebens wie des Jahres Schluß. Feucht wird das Aug', doch in der Träne Blinken, entströmt des Herzens seligster Erguß.
Somber is the autumn, and when the leaves fall, so does the heart sink into dreary woe. Silent is the meadow and to the south have flown silently all the songbirds, as if to the grave. Pale is the day, and wan clouds veil the sun as they veil the heart. Night comes early: for all work comes to a halt and existence itself rests in profound secrecy. Man becomes kindly. He sees the sun sinking, he realizes that life is like the end of a year. His eye grows moist, yet in the midst of his tears shines streaming from the heart a blissful effusion.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Klaus Groth (1819 - 1899), first published 1854
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