English translations of Vier Lieder, opus 1
by Adalbert von Goldschmidt (1848 - 1906)
Es war ein alter König, sein Herz war schwer, sein Haupt war grau; der arme alte König, er nahm eine junge Frau. Es war ein schöner Page, blond war sein Haupt, leicht war sein Sinn; er trug die seidene Schleppe der jungen Königin. Kennst du das alte Liedchen? Es klingt so süß, es klingt so trüb! Sie mußten beide sterben, sie hatten sich viel zu lieb.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, written 1830, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Neuer Frühling, no. 29
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There was an old king, his heart was heavy, his head was gray; the poor, old king, he took a young wife. There was a handsome pageboy, blond was his hair, light was his manner; he carried the silk train of the young queen. Do you know this old song? It sounds so sweet, it sounds so troubled! They both had to die, for they loved each other too much.
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Ich halte ihr die Augen zu Und küss' sie auf den Mund. Nun läßt sie mich nicht mehr in Ruh'. Sie fragt mich um den Grund. Von Abend spät bis Morgens fruh, Sie fragt zu jeder Stund': Was hältst du mir die Augen zu, Wenn du mir küßt den Mund? Ich sag' ihr nicht, weshalb ich's tu', Weiß selber nicht den Grund -- Ich halte ihr die Augen zu Und küss' sie auf den Mund.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Verschiedene, in Angélique, no. 4
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Hast du die Lippen mir wund geküßt, So küsse sie wieder heil, Und wenn du bis Abend nicht fertig bist, So hat's damit auch keine Eil. Bleibt uns ja doch noch die ganze Nacht, Du Herzallerliebste mein! Man kann in solch einer langen Nacht Viel küssen und selig sein.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Nachgelesene Gedichte 1812-1827, no. 35
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If you have kissed my lips until they ache, Then kiss them until they are well again, And if you haven’t finished by evening, There is truly no hurry. Indeed, you still have the whole night, My most beloved! In such a whole night, one can have Much kissing and delight.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2026 by Michael P Rosewall, (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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Der Schmetterling ist in die Ros' verliebt, Umflattert sie tausendmal, Ihn selber aber goldig zart Umflattert der liebende Sonnenstrahl. Jedoch, in wen ist die Rose verliebt? Das wüßt' ich gar zu gern. Ist es die singende Nachtigall? Ist es der schweigende Abendstern? Ich weiß nicht, in wen die Ros' verliebt; Ich aber lieb' euch all: Rose, Schmetterling, Sonnenstrahl, Abendstern und Nachtigall.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Neuer Frühling, no. 7
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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 241.
The butterfly is in love with the rose, Flutters about the rose a thousand times, About the butterfly with golden tenderness Flutters the loving sunbeam. However, with whom is the rose in love? That I would very much like to know. Is it with the singing nightingale? Is it with the silent evening star? I do not know with whom the rose is in love; But I, I love you all: Rose, butterfly, sunbeam, Evening star and nightingale.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2006 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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