English translations of Sechs Lieder, opus 5
by Willy Burkhard (1900 - 1955)
Die Totenglocke tönte mir So traurig sonst, so bang; Seit euch geläutet ward von ihr, Ist sie mir Heimatklang.
Text Authorship:
- by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862), "Die Totenglocke", appears in Aus dem Nachlaß II
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Wenn Worte dir vom Rosenmunde wehen, Bist du so schön! -- gesenkten Angesichts Und still, bist du so schön! -- was soll ich [flehen]1: O rede mir!? o sage nichts!? Drum laß mich zwischen beiden Himmeln schwanken, Halb schweigend, sprechend halb, beglücke mich Und flüstre mir, wie heimlich in Gedanken, Das süße Wort: "Ich liebe dich!"
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- by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850), "Zweifelnder Wunsch", appears in Gedichte, in 5. Fünftes Buch, in Vermischte Gedichte
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Nicolaus Lenau’s sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von G. Emil Barthel, Leipzig: Druck und Verlag von Philipp Reclam jun., [no year], page 241.
1 Hausegger: "fleh'n"When words waft from your rosy lips, You are so beautiful! -- with lowered face And quiet, you are so beautiful! -- for what shall I plead: Oh, speak to me!? Oh, say nothing!? Therefore, let me vacillate between two heavens, Half silent, half speaking, delight me And whisper to me as if secretly in thought, The sweet words: "I love you!"
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2024 by Sharon Krebs, (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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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850), "Zweifelnder Wunsch", appears in Gedichte, in 5. Fünftes Buch, in Vermischte Gedichte
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Auf ihrem Leibrößlein So weiß wie der Schnee, Die schönste Prinzessin [Reit't]1 durch die Allee. Der Weg, den das Rößlein Hintanzet so hold, Der Sand, den ich streute, Er [blinket]2 wie Gold! Du rosenfarbs Hütlein Wohl auf und wohl ab, O wirf eine Feder, Verstohlen herab! Und willst du dagegen Eine Blüte von mir, Nimm tausend für eine, Nimm alle dafür!
Text Authorship:
- by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Der Gärtner"
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Eduard Mörike, Gedichte, Dramatisches, Erzählendes, Zweite, erweiterte Auflage, Stuttgart: J.G. Cotta'sche Buchhandlung Nachf., 1961, page 59.
1 Killmayer: "reit' "2 Dresel: "glänzet"
On her favorite pony as white as snow, the fairest princess rides down the avenue. On the path down which her steed so finely prances, the sand that I strewed there glitters like gold! You rose-colored little hat, bobbing up and down, O toss a feather stealthily down! And if, for that, you would like a little flower from me, take a thousand for one - take all of them!
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Der Gärtner"
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Translation of title "Der Gärtner" = "The gardener"This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Wir träumten von einander Und sind davon erwacht, Wir leben, um uns zu lieben, Und sinken zurück in die Nacht. Du tratst aus meinem Traume, Aus deinem trat ich hervor, Wir sterben, wenn sich Eines Im Andern ganz verlor. Auf einer Lilie zittern Zwei Tropfen, rein und rund, Zerfließen in Eins und rollen Hinab in des Kelches Grund.
Text Authorship:
- by (Christian) Friedrich Hebbel (1813 - 1863), "Ich und Du", appears in Gedichte, in 3. Vermischte Gedichte
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Confirmed with Gedichte von Friedrich Hebbel. Gesammt-Ausgabe stark vermehrt und verbessert, Stuttgart und Augsburg, J. G. Cotta'scher Verlag, 1857, page 136.
We dreamed of each other and it awakened us; we live to love each other and drop back into the night. You stepped from my dream and I stepped from yours. We will die when one of us has become entirely lost in the other's. On a lily vibrate two drops, pure and round; they melt into one and roll down into the bottom of the chalice.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by (Christian) Friedrich Hebbel (1813 - 1863), "Ich und Du", appears in Gedichte, in 3. Vermischte Gedichte
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Früh, [wann]1 die Hähne kräh'n, [Eh']2 die Sternlein [verschwinden]3, Muß ich am [Herde stehn]4, Muß Feuer zünden. Schön ist der [Flammen]5 Schein, [Es]6 springen die Funken. Ich schaue so [drein]7, In Leid versunken. Plötzlich, da kommt es mir, Treuloser Knabe, Daß ich die Nacht von dir Geträumet habe. Träne auf Träne dann Stürzet hernieder; So kommt der Tag heran - O ging' er wieder!
Text Authorship:
- by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Das verlassene Mägdlein"
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Eduard Mörike, Gedichte, Dramatisches, Erzählendes, Zweite, erweiterte Auflage, Stuttgart: J.G. Cotta'sche Buchhandlung Nachf., 1961, pages 61-62.
1 Bock, Feyhl, Zenger: "wenn"; Senger: "eh' " (further changes may exist not noted above).2 Zenger: "Wenn"
3 Schumann, Pfitzner (SJ5), Wolf: "schwinden"
4 van Eijken, Schumann: "Heerde steh'n"
5 Schumann, Wetzel: "Flamme"
6 Reinecke: "Hell"
7 Molitor, Reinecke, Schumann, Pfitzner (SJ5), Wolf, Zenger: "darein"
Early, when the cock crows, Before the stars disappear, I must stand at the hearth; I must light the fire. Beautiful is the blaze of the flames; [The sparks fly]1. I gaze into the fire, Sunk in grief. Suddenly, it comes to me, Unfaithful boy, That last night I dreamed of you. Tears upon tears then Pour down; So the day comes - O would it were gone again!
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Das verlassene Mägdlein"
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View original text (without footnotes)Translated titles:
"Das verlassene Mägdlein" = "The abandoned maiden"
"Die Verlassene" = "The abandoned one"
1 Reinecke: "Bright fly the sparks"
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Laß, o Welt, o laß mich sein! Locket nicht mit Liebesgaben, Laßt dies Herz alleine haben Seine Wonne, seine Pein! Was ich traure, weiß ich nicht, Es ist unbekanntes Wehe; Immerdar durch Tränen sehe Ich der Sonne liebes Licht. Oft bin ich mir kaum bewußt, Und die helle Freude zücket Durch die Schwere, so mich drücket, Wonniglich in meiner Brust. Laß, o Welt, o laß mich sein! Locket nicht mit Liebesgaben, Laßt dies Herz alleine haben Seine Wonne, seine Pein!
Text Authorship:
- by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Verborgenheit"
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Confirmed with Eduard Mörike, Gedichte, Dramatisches, Erzählendes, Zweite, erweiterte Auflage, Stuttgart: J.G. Cotta'sche Buchhandlung Nachf., 1961, page 101.
Note to stanza 3, line 3: in some anthologies this line is given erroneously as "Durch die Schwere, die mich drücket."
Oh, world, let me be! Entice me not with gifts of love. Let this heart in solitude have Your bliss, your pain! What I mourn, I know not. It is an unknown pain; Forever through tears shall I see The sun's love-light. Often, I am scarcely conscious And the bright joys break Through the pain, thus pressing Delightfully into my breast. Oh, world, let me be! Entice me not with gifts of love. Let this heart in solitude have Your bliss, your pain!
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Paul Hindemith, (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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