English translations of Sechs Lieder von Heinrich Heine, opus 12
by Christian Friedrich Ehrlich (1807 - 1887)
Schöne Wiege meiner Leiden, schönes Grabmal meiner Ruh', schöne Stadt, wir müssen scheiden, - Lebe wohl! ruf' ich dir zu. Lebe wohl, du heil'ge Schwelle, wo da wandelt Liebchen traut; lebe wohl! du heil'ge Stelle, wo ich sie zuerst geschaut. Hätt' ich dich doch nie [gesehen]1, schöne Herzenskönigin! Nimmer wär' es dann geschehen, daß ich jetzt so elend bin. Nie wollt' ich dein Herze rühren, Liebe hab' ich nie erfleht; nur ein stilles Leben führen wollt' ich, wo dein Odem weht. Doch du drängst mich selbst von hinnen, bittre Worte spricht dein Mund; Wahnsinn wühlt in meinen Sinnen, und mein Herz ist krank und wund. Und die Glieder matt und träge schlepp' ich fort am Wanderstab, bis mein müdes Haupt ich lege ferne in ein kühles Grab.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Junge Leiden, in Lieder, no. 5
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Schumann: "gesehn"
Pretty cradle of my sorrows, pretty tombstone of my rest, pretty town - we must part, - farewell! I call to you. Farewell, you holy threshhold, across which my darling would tread; farewell! you sacred spot where I first saw her. Would that I had never seen you, lovely queen of my heart! Never would it then have happened, that I would now be so wretched. I never wished to touch your heart, I never begged for love; all I wished was to lead a quiet life where your breath could stir me. Yet you yourself pushed me away from you, with bitter words at your lips; Madness filled my senses, and my heart is sick and wounded. And my limbs are heavy and sluggish; I'll drag myself forward, leaning on my staff, until I can lay my weary head in a cool and distant grave.
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Nacht liegt auf den fremden Wegen, – Krankes Herz und müde Glieder; – Ach, da fließt, wie stiller Segen, Süßer Mond, dein Licht hernieder. Süßer Mond, mit deinen Strahlen Scheuchest du das nächt’ge Grauen; Es zerrinnen meine Qualen, Und die Augen überthauen.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, written 1823-1824, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 86, first published 1826
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Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Die Heimkehr, Hamburg, Hoffmann und Campe, 1827, page 256. Modern German would change the spelling of "überthauen" to "übertauen". First included in Rheinische Flora, no. 12
Night lies on the unfamiliar roads; a sick heart and tired limbs... ah, like a quiet blessing, there flows down, sweet moon, your light; Sweet moon, with your rays You drive away the night horror; Away runs my pain, And my eyes brim over with tears.
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Hör' ich das Liedchen klingen, Das einst die Liebste sang, [So will mir die Brust]1 zerspringen [Vor]2 wildem [Schmerzendrang.]3 [Es treibt mich]4 ein dunkles Sehnen Hinauf [zur]5 Waldeshöh', Dort löst sich auf in Tränen Mein übergroßes Weh'.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 40
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 145.
1 Meyerbeer: "Will mir das Herz"2 Schumann: "Von"
3 Franz, Hinrichs: "Schmerzensdrang"
4 Meyerbeer: "Mich treibt"
5 Hinrichs: "zu der"
I hear the dear song sounding That once my beloved sang. And my heart wants to burst so strongly From the savage pressure of pain. A dark longing is driving me Up into the heights of the woods Where in my tears can be dissolved My own colossal woe.
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Das ist ein Brausen und Heulen, Herbstnacht und Regen und Wind; Wo mag wohl jetzo weilen Mein armes, banges Kind? Ich seh' sie am Fenster lehnen Im einsamen Kämmerlein; Das Auge gefüllt mit Tränen, Starrt sie in die Nacht hinein.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 57
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Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 161.
It is roaring and howling, this rainy, windy Fall night. Where can she now be, my woeful, fearful child? I see her lean at the casement in her lonely little room; her eyes filled with tears, she stares out into the night.
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Du schönes Fischermädchen, Treibe den Kahn an's Land; Komm zu [mir und setze]1 dich nieder, Wir kosen Hand in Hand. Leg' an mein Herz dein Köpfchen, Und [fürchte]2 dich nicht [zu]3 sehr, [Vertrau'st du dich]4 doch [sorglos]5 Täglich dem wilden Meer. Mein Herz gleicht ganz dem Meere, Hat Sturm [und]6 Ebb' und Fluth, Und manche schöne Perle In seiner Tiefe ruht.7
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, written 1824, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 8, first published 1824
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Buch der Lieder von H. Heine. Hamburg bei Hoffmann und Campe. 1827, page 186; and with Reisebilder von H. Heine. Erster Theil. Hamburg, bey Hoffmann und Campe. 1826, page 12.
First published as number XII of Drei und dreißig Gedichte von H. Heine in Der Gesellschafter oder Blätter für Geist und Herz. Herausgegeben von F. W. Gubitz. Achter Jahrgang. Berlin, 1824. In der Maurerschen Buchhandlung. Sonnabend den 27. März. 50stes Blatt, page 246.
1 Meyerbeer: "mir, setz"; Oechsner: "mir und setz'"2 Oechsner: "fürcht'"
3 André, Dresel: "so"
4 Dresel: "Trauest du"
5 Mendel: "täglich"
6 Oechsner: "hat"
7 Meyerbeer adds:
Komm! Komm! Du schönes Fischermädchen, komm, komm, Wir kosen Hand in Hand. Komm! Komm! Komm!
You beautiful fishermaiden, Pull your boat toward shore; Come to me and sit down, We will speak of love, hand in hand. Lay your little head on my heart, And do not be too frightened; Indeed, you trust yourself fearlessly Daily to the wild sea! My heart is just like the sea, Having storms and ebb and flow, And many beautiful pearls Rest in its depths.
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Mädchen mit dem roten Mündchen, Mit den Äuglein süß und klar, Du mein liebes, kleines Mädchen, Deiner denk' ich immerdar. Lang ist heut der Winterabend, Und ich möchte bei dir sein, [Bei dir sitzen, mit dir schwatzen]1, Im vertrauten Kämmerlein. An die Lippen [wollt']2 ich pressen Deine [kleine]3 weiße Hand, Und mit Thränen sie benetzen, Deine [kleine, weiße]4 Hand.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 50
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View original text (without footnotes)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 137.
1 Dresel: "mit dir schwatzen, mit dir kosen"2 Dresel: "möcht"
3 Dresel: "liebe"
4 Dresel: "weiße, liebe"
Maiden with the red little mouth, with eyes sweet and clear: You are my dear little maiden - I think of you all the time. The winter evening drags tonight, and I would be with you, to sit by you and chat in a cosy little room. I would like to press to my lips your small white hand, and moisten it with my tears, your small white hand.
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