English translations of Drei Lieder für eine Singstimme mit Pianoforte- und Violin-Begleitung , opus 31
by Moritz Hauptmann (1792 - 1868)
Mein Liebchen, wir sassen beisammen, Traulich im leichten Kahn. Die Nacht war still, und wir schwammen Auf weiter Wasserbahn. Die Geisterinsel, die schöne, Lag dämm'rig im Mondenglanz; Dort klangen liebe Töne, Dort wogte der Nebeltanz. Dort klang es lieb und lieber, Und wogt' es hin und her; Wir aber schwammen vorüber, Trostlos auf weitem Meer.
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 42
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Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 147.
My darling, we sat together, Comfortably in the light little boat; The night was still, and we floated on the broad watery road. The ghostly island, the lovely one, lay duskily in the moonlight; there rang out lovely tones, there the dancing mists waved. The sounds there grew lovelier and lovelier, and the dance surged back and forth; but we floated past, Comfortless on the wide sea.
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[O]1 gieb, vom weichen Pfühle, Träumend, ein halb Gehör! Bei meinem Saitenspiele Schlafe! was willst du mehr? Bei meinem Saitenspiele Segnet der Sterne Heer Die ewigen Gefühle; Schlafe! was willst du mehr? Die ewigen Gefühle Heben mich, hoch und hehr, Aus irdischem Gewühle; Schlafe! was willst du mehr? Vom irdischen Gewühle Trennst du mich nur zu sehr, Bannst mich in diese Kühle; Schlafe! was willst du mehr? Bannst mich in diese Kühle, Giebst nur im Traum Gehör. Ach, auf dem weichen Pfühle Schlafe! was willst du mehr?
Text Authorship:
- by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832), "Nachtgesang", written 1803?, first published 1804
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Goethe's Werke, Vollständige Ausgabe letzter Hand, Erster Band, Stuttgart und Tübingen, in der J.G.Cottaschen Buchhandlung, 1827, page 98, and with Taschenbuch auf das Jahr 1804, Herausgegeben von Wieland und Goethe, Tübingen, in der Cotta'schen Buchhandlung, pages 120-121.
1 Mayer: "Ach"; further changes may exist not shown above.O give, dreaming from your soft pillow, half an ear to me! To my lute's playing you sleep! what more do you want? To my lute's playing the set of stars blesses eternal feelings; you sleep! what more do you want? Those eternal feelings lift me sublimely high, away from the earthly crowd; you sleep! what more do you want? Away from the earthly crowd you sever me only too abruptly, entrance me in this cool place; you sleep! what more do you want? You entrance me in this cool place, give me your ear only in your dreams. Ah, on your soft pillow you sleep! what more do you want?
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Das Wasser rauscht', das Wasser schwoll, Ein Fischer saß daran, Sah nach dem Angel ruhevoll, Kühl bis ans Herz hinan. Und wie er sitzt und wie er lauscht, Theilt sich die Fluth empor; Aus dem bewegten Wasser rauscht Ein feuchtes Weib hervor. [Sie sang zu ihm, sie sprach zu ihm]1: Was lockst du meine Brut Mit Menschenwitz und Menschenlist [Hinauf in]2 Todesgluth? Ach wüßtest du, wie's Fischlein ist So wohlig auf dem Grund, Du stiegst herunter wie du bist Und würdest erst gesund. Labt sich die liebe Sonne nicht, Der Mond sich nicht im Meer? Kehrt wellenathmend ihr Gesicht Nicht doppelt schöner her? Lockt dich der tiefe Himmel nicht, Das feuchtverklärte Blau? Lockt dich dein eigen Angesicht Nicht her in ew'gen Thau? Das Wasser rauscht', das Wasser schwoll, Netzt' ihm den nackten Fuß; Sein Herz wuchs ihm so sehnsuchtsvoll Wie bei der Liebsten Gruß. Sie sprach zu ihm, sie sang zu ihm; Da war's um ihn geschehn: Halb zog sie ihn, halb sank er hin, Und ward nicht mehr gesehn.
Text Authorship:
- by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832), "Der Fischer", written 1778?, first published 1779
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Goethe's Werke, Vollständige Ausgabe letzter Hand, Erster Band, Stuttgart und Tübingen, in der J.G.Cottaschen Buchhandlung, 1827, pages 185-186.
Note: the Eberwein score has a likely misprint in stanza 1, line 8, word 4: "empor".
1 Vesque von Püttlingen: "Sie sprach zu ihm, sie sang zu ihm"2 Eberwein: "Herauf zu"
The water roared, the water swelled; a fisherman sat beside, gazing calmly at his fishing line, cool to his very heart. And as he sits there and as he listens, the waves split and from the turbulent water a watery woman bursts up. She sang to him, and spoke to him: "Why do you lure my children with your human wit and cunning, up here to this deadly glow? Ah, if you only knew how pleasant the tiny fish find it below the surface, you would come down, just as you are, and you would be well for the first time. Does not the dear sun refresh itself and the moon as well, in the sea? Do they not turn their faces, breathing the waves and thus becoming doubly fair? Aren't you tempted by the deep sky, the moist and transfiguring blue? Aren't you tempted by your own face shining in the eternal dew?" The water roared, the water swelled, and moistened his naked foot; and his heart filled with the longing that he felt at the greeting of his beloved. She spoke to him, and sang to him; then all was done for him; half pulled by her and half sinking himself, he went down and was never seen again.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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