English translations of Fünf Gesänge, opus 71
by Johannes Brahms (1833 - 1897)
Die Wellen blinken und fließen dahin, Es liebt sich so lieblich im Lenze! Am Flusse sitzet die Schäferin Und windet die zärtlichsten Kränze. Das knospet und quillt und duftet und blüht, es liebt sich so lieblich im Lenze! Die Schäferin seufzt aus tiefer Brust: »Wem geb' ich meine Kränze?« Ein Reiter reitet den Fluß entlang, er grüßet so blühenden Mutes, die Schäferin schaut ihm nach so bang, fern flattert die Feder des Hutes. Sie weint und wirft in den gleitenden Fluß die schönen Blumenkränze. Die Nachtigall singt von Lieb' und Kuß, es liebt sich so lieblich im Lenze!
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), "Frühling", appears in Neue Gedichte, in Romanzen, no. 13, first published 1839
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Note: in later editions, Heine changed "quillt und duftet und blüht" to "quillt, mit duftender Lust" in stanza 2, line 1. In addition, "vollem Gemüt" was changed to "tiefer Brust" in stanza 2, line 3.
The waves flash and flow in; Love is so lovely in Spring! By the river the shepherdess sits And weaves delicate crowns of wreaths. The budding, the [streaming, the wafting, and blossoming]1 - Love is so lovely in spring! The shepherdess sighs [with a full heart]2: "To whom shall I give my wreaths?" A horseman rides along the river: he greets her with radiant cheer, the shepherdess gazes at him shyly, and far in the distance the feather flutters in his cap. She weeps and throws into the gliding river those lovely wreaths of flowers. The nightingale sings of love and kisses; Love is so lovely in the spring!
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), "Frühling", appears in Neue Gedichte, in Romanzen, no. 13, first published 1839
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Stanford: "the streaming, with joyous, wafting fragrances"
2 Brahms, Stanford: "from deep in her bosom"
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Line count: 16
Word count: 110
Silbermond mit bleichen Strahlen pflegst du Wald und Feld zu malen, gibst den Bergen, gibst den Talen der Empfindung Seufzer ein. Sei Vertrauter meiner Schmerzen, Segler in der Lüfte See: Sag' ihr, die ich trag' im Herzen, wie mich tötet Liebesweh. Sag' ihr, über tausend Meilen sehne sich mein Herz nach ihr. »Keine Ferne kann es heilen, nur ein holder Blick von dir.« Sag' ihr, daß zu Tod getroffen diese Hülle bald zerfällt; nur ein schmeichlerisches Hoffen sei's, das sie zusammenhält.
Text Authorship:
- by Karl Joseph Simrock (1802 - 1876), from Gedichte, Leipzig, first published 1844
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Silver moon with pale rays, you often paint the forest and field; you give the mountains, you give the valleys a sigh of feeling. Be the confidant of my sorrows, sailor on the sea of the air: Tell her, whom I carry in my heart, how yearning for love is killing me. Tell her that over a thousand miles my heart pines for her. "No distance can heal it, only a loving glance from you." Tell her that I have been struck mortally and my body soon shall fall; only a flattering hope keeps me together.
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Word count: 97
O Frühlingsabenddämmerung! O laues, lindes Weh'n, Ihr Blütenbäume, sprecht, was tut ihr so zusammensteh'n? Vertraut ihr das Geheimnis euch Von uns'rer Liebe süß? Was flüstert ihr ein ander zu Von uns'rer Liebe süß?
Text Authorship:
- by Karl August Candidus (1817 - 1872), "Geheimnis", appears in Vermischte Gedichte, first published 1869
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O spring's evening twilight! O mild, gently breezes, You blossoming trees, speak - what are you doing, standing so close together? Do you confide to one another the secret of our sweet love? What do you whisper to one another about our sweet love?
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Karl August Candidus (1817 - 1872), "Geheimnis", appears in Vermischte Gedichte, first published 1869
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Word count: 43
Auf der Heide weht der Wind - Herzig Kind, herzig Kind - Willst du, daß trotz Sturm und Graus In die Nacht ich muß hinaus - Willst du, daß ich geh'? Auf der Heid' zu Bergeshöh' Treibt der Schnee, treibt der Schnee; Feget Straßen, Schlucht und Teich Mit den weißen Flügeln gleich. Willst du, daß ich geh'? Horch, wie klingt's herauf vom See Wild und weh, wild und weh! An den Weiden sitzt die Fei Und mein Weg geht dort vorbei - Willst du, daß ich geh'? Wie ist's hier in deinem Arm Traut und warm, traut und warm; Ach, wie oft hab' ich gedacht: So bei dir nur eine Nacht - Willst du, daß ich geh'?
Text Authorship:
- by Karl von Lemcke (1831 - 1913), "Auf der Haide saust der Wind", appears in Lieder und Gedichte, in 3. Vermischte Lieder, first published 1861
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On the heath blows the wind - Sweet child, sweet child - do you wish me, despite the storm and horror, to go out into the night - do you wish me to go? On the heath at the top of the mountain Piles the snow, piles the snow; It sweeps the street, the gorge and pool alike with white wings. Do you wish me to go? Hark! the sound of the sea is wild and woeful, wild and woeful! By the willows sits an evil sprite and my path goes past that place - Do you wish me to go? For here in your arms, how cosy and warm, cosy and warm; Ah, how often have I thought: if only I could have just one night with you... Do you wish me to go?
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Karl von Lemcke (1831 - 1913), "Auf der Haide saust der Wind", appears in Lieder und Gedichte, in 3. Vermischte Lieder, first published 1861
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Word count: 132
Holder klingt der Vogelsang, Wann die Engelreine, Die mein Jünglingsherz bezwang, Wandelt durch die Haine. Röther blühen Thal und Au, Grüner wird der Wasen, Wo die Finger meiner Frau Maienblumen lasen. Ohne sie ist alles todt, Welk sind Blüt' und Kräuter; Und kein Frühlingsabendroth Dünkt mir schön und heiter. Traute, minnigliche Frau, Wollest nimmer fliehen; Daß mein Herz, gleich dieser Au, Mög' in Wonne blühen!
Text Authorship:
- by Ludwig Heinrich Christoph Hölty (1748 - 1776), "Minnelied", written 1773
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Note: This is the version as published by Voß. The initial version of this poem, according to Hölty's manuscript, has one more stanza and is quite different (see below).
Note: According to Neue Gesamtausgabe Schubert set only stanzas 1 and 2, in his autograph he crossed out the repeat mark at the end.
Delightfully sound the birdsongs when the pure angel who conquered my young heart wanders through the wood. Redder bloom the valleys and meadows, Greener becomes the grass where the fingers of my lady Are picking little mayflowers. Without her, everything is dead. Blossoms and herbs are wilted; and no spring sunset would seem to me as fair and fine. Darling, lovely woman, Never wish to flee; that my heart, as well as this meadow, might bloom in joy!
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Ludwig Heinrich Christoph Hölty (1748 - 1776), "Minnelied", written 1773
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Line count: 16
Word count: 78