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English translations of 6 Pieśni, opus 8

by Henryk Opieński (1870 - 1942)

1. Immer wieder  [sung text not yet checked]
by Henryk Opieński (1870 - 1942), "Immer wieder", op. 8 (6 Pieśni) no. 1 [ voice and piano ], Leipzig: Ernst Eulenburg, n.d.(ca.1910). Plate E.E. 3031
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Ehe wir uns trennen konnten,
oh, wie hielt mich dein Gesicht,
sahen wir noch Einmal, dicht,
dicht an deinem mein Gesicht,
in den Winterwald zurück,
wo die Bäume sich noch sonnten,
wo die Abendwolken prangten,
wo ins feuergoldne Licht
die verworrnen Zweige langten,
und wir baten Gott um Glück.

Text Authorship:

  • by Richard Fedor Leopold Dehmel (1863 - 1920), "Immer wieder"

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by Richard Fedor Leopold Dehmel (1863 - 1920)
1.
[Translation not yet available]
2. Chanson d'automne  [sung text not yet checked]
by Henryk Opieński (1870 - 1942), "Chanson d'automne", op. 8 (6 Pieśni) no. 2 [ voice and piano ]
Language: French (Français) 
Les sanglots longs
Des violons
   De l'automne
Blessent mon cœur
D'une langueur
   Monotone.

Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
   Sonne l'heure,
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
   Et je pleure ;

Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
   Qui m'emporte
Deçà, delà,
Pareil à la
   Feuille morte.

Text Authorship:

  • by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896), "Chanson d'automne", appears in Poèmes saturniens, in 3. Paysages tristes, no. 5, Paris, Alphonse Lemerre, first published 1866

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Confirmed with Paul Verlaine, Poëmes saturniens, Paris: Alphonse Lemerre, 1866, in Paysages tristes, pages 57-58.


by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896)
2. The long sobs
Language: English 
 The long sobs
 of autumn's
 violins
 wound my heart
 with a monotonous
 languor.
 
 Suffocating
 and pallid, when
 the clock strikes,
 I remember
 the days long past
 and I weep.
 
 And I set off
 in the rough wind
 that carries me
 hither and thither
 like a dead
 leaf.

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2000 by Peter Low, (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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Based on:

  • a text in French (Français) by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896), "Chanson d'automne", appears in Poèmes saturniens, in 3. Paysages tristes, no. 5, Paris, Alphonse Lemerre, first published 1866
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 48

Translation © by Peter Low
3. La lune blanche  [sung text not yet checked]
by Henryk Opieński (1870 - 1942), "La lune blanche", op. 8 (6 Pieśni) no. 3 [ voice and piano ]
Language: French (Français) 
La lune blanche 
Luit dans les bois ;
De chaque branche 
Part une voix 
Sous la ramée...

Ô bien aimée.

L'étang reflète,
Profond miroir,
La silhouette
Du saule noir
Où le vent pleure...

Rêvons, c'est l'heure.

Un vaste et tendre
Apaisement
Semble descendre
Du firmament
Que l'astre irise...

C'est l'heure exquise.

Text Authorship:

  • by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896), no title, appears in La bonne chanson, no. 6, first published 1870

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by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896)
3. The white moon
Language: English 
The white moon
shines in the woods.
From each branch 
springs a voice
beneath the arbor.

Oh my beloved...

Like a deep mirror
the pond reflects
the silhouette
of the black willow
where the wind weeps.

Let us dream! It is the hour...

A vast and tender
calm
seems to descend
from a sky
made iridescent by the moon.

It is the exquisite hour!

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © by Grant A. Lewis, (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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Based on:

  • a text in French (Français) by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896), no title, appears in La bonne chanson, no. 6, first published 1870
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 64

Translation © by Grant A. Lewis
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