English translations of Sechs Gesänge von Uhland, Goethe, Heine, Platen, opus 3
by (August Joseph) Norbert Burgmüller (1810 - 1836)
Bei einem Wirte, wundermild, Da war ich einst zu Gast, Ein gold'ner Apfel war sein Schild An einem langen Aste. Es war der gute Apfelbaum, Bei dem ich eingekehret, Mit süsser Kost und frischem Schaum Hat er mich wohl genähret. Es kamen in sein grünes Haus Viel leichtbeschwingte Gäste; Sie sprangen frei und hielten Schmaus Und sangen auf das Beste. Ich fand ein Bett zu süsser Ruh Auf weichen grünen Matten; Der Wirt, er deckte selbst mich zu Mit seinem kühlen Schatten. Nun fragt' ich nach der Schuldigkeit, Da schüttelt' er den Wipfel. Gesegnet sei er allezeit Von der Wurzel bis zum Gipfel.
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- by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862), "Einkehr", written 1811, appears in Lieder, in Wanderlieder, no. 8, first published 1815
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In the abode of an innkeeper, wondrously gentle, I was [recently]1 a guest. The emblem of the inn was a golden apple Upon a [long]2 branch. It was the good old apple tree -- [That was the inn] at which I stopped, With [sweet]3 sustenance and a freshly foaming drink It nourished me well. Into its green abode Many light-winged guests came; They hopped about freely and feasted And sang their very best. Upon the soft green meadows I found a bed for sweet repose; The innkeeper himself covered me up With his [cool]2 shadow. When I asked for the bill, He shook his leafy locks [in negation]. May he be blessed at all times From his roots to the tips of his lofty branches.
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Burgmüller: "once"
2 R. Strauss, 1871: "green" [corrected by his father on the manuscript]
3 R. Strauss, 1871: "fresh" [corrected by his father on the manuscript]
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Will ruhen unter den Bäumen hier, Die [Vögelein]1 hör' ich so gerne. Wie [singet]2 ihr so zum Herzen mir! Von [unsrer]3 Liebe was wisset ihr In dieser weiten Ferne? Will ruhen hier an des Baches Rand, Wo [duftige Blümlein]4 sprießen. Wer hat euch Blümlein, [hieher]5 gesandt? Seid ihr ein [herzliches]6 Liebespfand Aus der Ferne von meiner Süßen?
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- by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862), "In der Ferne", written 1806, appears in Lieder, in Wanderlieder, no. 3, first published 1815
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Aggházy, Herrmann, Unger: "Vöglein"
2 Herrmann: "singt"
3 Andersson: "meiner"
4 Aggházy: "duftige Blumen"; Herrmann: "duft'ge Blumen"
5 Brahms, Andersson: "hierher"
6 Herrmann: "herzlich"
I will rest under the trees here, I enjoy listening to the little birds so much; How can your singing affect my heart so! What do you know of our love, In this far-off place? I will rest here on the edge of the brook, Where fragrant little flowers sprout. Who has sent you little blossoms here? Are you a heartfelt pledge of love From my far-off sweetheart?
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862), "In der Ferne", written 1806, appears in Lieder, in Wanderlieder, no. 3, first published 1815
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Du bist wie eine Blume So hold und schön und rein; Ich schau' dich an, und Wehmut Schleicht mir ins Herz hinein. Mir ist, als ob ich die Hände Aufs Haupt dir legen sollt', Betend, daß Gott dich erhalte So rein und schön und hold.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 47, first published 1825
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Confirmed with: Heinrich Heine’s sämtliche Werke in vier Bänden, herausgegeben von Otto F. Lachmann, Erster Band, Leipzig: Druck und Verlag von Philipp Reclam jun, [1887], page 136.
Thou art, as is a flower, so meek and pure and fine, I look at thee and sadness steals o'er the heart of mine. I feel that both my hands softly thy hair, thy head should seek, praying that God may preserve thee so pure and fine and meek.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 47, first published 1825
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Bei diesem kalten Wehen Sind alle Strassen leer, Die Wasser stille stehen; Ich aber schweif umher, Die Sonne scheint so trübe, Muss früh hinuntergehn, Erloschen ist die Liebe, Die Lust kann nicht bestehn. Nun geht der Wald zu Ende, Im Dorfe mach ich halt, Da wärm ich meine Hände, Bleibt auch das Herze kalt.
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- by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862), "Winterreise", written 1811, appears in Lieder, in Wanderlieder, no. 6, first published 1815
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When the wind blows this coldly All the streets are empty, The waters stand still; But I rove about, The sun shines so blearily, Early it must sink, Love has been extinguished, Joy [cannot]1 persist. Now the forest [almost]2 lies behind me, I stop in the village, [There]3 I warm my hands, Even though my heart remains cold.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862), "Winterreise", written 1811, appears in Lieder, in Wanderlieder, no. 6, first published 1815
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Translated titles:
"Winterreise" = "Winter journey"
"Die Winterreise" = "The winter journey"
"Bei diesem kalten Wehen" = "When the wind blows this coldly"
"Wanderlied im Winter" = "Winter wandering song"
"Das verwaiste Kind" = "The orphaned child"
2 omitted by R. Strauss
3 R. Strauss: "And"
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Des Abendsterns ersehnter Schein Beglänzt den Saum der Flut, Der Knabe zieht den Kahn herein, Der still im Hafen ruht. "Mein Tagewerk ist nun vollbracht, Doch, liebe Seele, sprich, O sprich, wie soll die lange Nacht Vergehn mir ohne dich?" Am Ufer steht ein Weidenbaum Und dran gelehnt ein Stein, Und drunter liegt in schmalem Raum Ihr kaltes Totenbein.
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- by August von Platen-Hallermünde (1796 - 1835), "Fischerknabe", written 1817, appears in Gedichte, in Romanzen und Jugendlieder, no. 4
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The longed-for gleam of the evening star Shines upon the margin of the floodwaters, The lad pulls in the boat That [lies quietly]1 in the harbour. "My day's work is [faithfully]2 completed, But, dear soul, tell me, Oh tell me, how shall the long night Pass for me without you?" On the shore stands a willow tree And leaning against it a stone, [Below]3 it lie in a narrow space Her cold dead bones.
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Lang: "lies"
2 Burgmüller: "now"
3 Burgmüller: "And below"
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An die Thüren will ich schleichen, Still und sittsam will ich stehn; Fromme Hand wird Nahrung reichen; Und ich werde weiter gehn. Jeder wird sich glücklich scheinen, Wenn mein Bild vor ihm erscheint; Eine Thräne wird er weinen, Und ich weiß nicht was er weint.
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- by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832), "Harfenspieler", written 1785, appears in Wilhelm Meisters Lehrjahre, first published 1795
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First published in Wilhelm Meisters Lehrjahre. Ein Roman. Herausgegeben von Goethe. Dritter Band. Berlin. Bei Johann Friedrich Unger. 1795, page 146. The poem appears in Book 5, Chapter 14 of Goethe's novel.
I will creep from door to door; Quiet and humble will I stand. A pious hand will give me food, And I shall go on my way. Everyone will think himself lucky When he sees me before him; A tear will he shed, But I won't know why he weeps.
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