English translations of Sechs Lieder im Volkston, für mittlere Stimme , opus 6
by Alexis Holländer (1840 - 1924)
Wie kommt's, daß du so traurig bist, Da alles froh erscheint? Man sieht dir's an den Augen an, Gewiß du hast geweint. "Und hab' ich einsam auch geweint, So ist's mein [eigner]1 Schmerz, Und Thränen fließen gar so süß, Erleichtern mir das Herz." Die frohen Freunde laden dich, O komm an unsre Brust! Und was du auch verloren hast, [Vertraue]2 den Verlust. "Ihr lärmt und rauscht und ahnet nicht, Was mich den Armen quält. Ach nein, verloren hab' ich's nicht, So sehr es mir auch fehlt." So raffe dich denn eilig auf, Du bist ein junges Blut. In deinen Jahren hat man Kraft Und zum Erwerben Muth. "Ach nein, erwerben kann ich's nicht, Es steht mir gar zu fern. Es weilt so hoch, es blinkt so schön, Wie droben jener Stern." Die Sterne, die begehrt man nicht, Man freut sich ihrer Pracht, Und mit Entzücken blickt man auf In jeder heitern Nacht. "Und mit Entzücken blick' ich auf, So manchen lieben Tag; Verweinen laßt die Nächte mich, So lang' ich weinen mag."
Text Authorship:
- by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832), "Trost in Thränen", written 1801-02, 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, pages 96-97, and with Taschenbuch auf das Jahr 1804, Herausgegeben von Wieland und Goethe, Tübingen, in der Cotta'schen Buchhandlung, pages 115-116.
1 Schubert (in the autograph): "eigen"2 Schubert (Friedlaender edition): "vertraure"
Why is it that you are so sad When everything seems happy? One can see from your eyes That you have surely been weeping. "And if I have been weeping alone, It is my own sorrow, And my tears flow so sweetly That they make my heart light." Your happy friends invite you, O come to our bosom! And whatever you have lost, Confide in us your loss. "You make noise and rush about and cannot understand What it is that torments me, poor me. And no, I have not lost anything, Although I also lack it." Then pick yourself up - hurry, You are a young fellow. At your age, one has the strength And courage to gain what one wishes. "Alas, no - I can never obtain it; It is too far from me. It dwells as high and flashes as beautifully As that star up there." One should not covet the stars, One should merely rejoice in their splendour, And with delight gaze up At every serene night. "And so I gaze up with delight At so many a lovely day; Let my nights then be spent in weeping, So long as I may weep."
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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Rosenzeit! wie [schnell]1 vorbei,
Schnell vorbei
Bist du doch gegangen!
Wär' mein Lieb' nur blieben treu,
Blieben treu,
Sollte mir nicht bangen.
Um die Ernte wohlgemut,
Wohlgemut
Schnitterrinnen singen.
Aber, ach! mir [kranken]2 Blut,
Mir [kranken]2 Blut
Will nichts mehr gelingen.
Schleiche so durch's Wiesental,
So durch's Tal,
Als im Traum verloren,
Nach dem Berg, da tausendmal,
Tausendmal,
Er mir Treu' geschworen.
Oben auf des Hügels Rand,
Abgewandt,
Wein' ich bei der Linde;
An dem Hut mein Rosenband,
Von seiner Hand,
Spielet in dem Winde.
Text Authorship:
- by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Agnes", written 1831, first published 1838
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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 62.
Note: written for the novel Maler Nolten, in which it had the title "Refrain-Liedchen"1 Wöbbe: "bald"; further changes may exist not shown above.
2 1877 version, also used by Kahn, E. Kauffmann, and Wetzel: "krankem"
Time of roses! How quickly past, Quickly past have you gone! Had my sweetheart only remained true, remained true, Then I should fear nothing. At the harvest, cheerfully, Cheerfully the reaping women sing. But ah! poor me, poor me, I can no longer do anything right. I creep so through the meadow valley, Through the meadow valley, as if lost in a dream, To the mountain, where a thousand times, a thousand times, he swore he would be true. Above on the edge of the hill, turning away, I weep by the linden tree; On my hat, the wreath of roses that he made for me Blows in the wind.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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Note: updated 2014-03-25 after a kind suggestion by Lau Kanen.
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Bei dem Glanz der Abendröthe Ging ich still den Wald entlang, Damon saß und blies die Flöte, Daß es von den Felsen klang, So la la! . . . Und er zog mich [zu]1 sich nieder, Küßte mich so [hold, so]2 süß. Und ich sagte: blase wieder! Und der gute Junge blies, So la la! . . . Meine [Ruh]3 ist nun verloren, Meine Freude floh davon, Und ich [hör']4 vor meinen Ohren Immer nur den alten Ton, So la la, le ralla! . . .
Text Authorship:
- by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832), "Die Bekehrte", written 1796, first published 1797
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Sämmtliche Werke, Volume 1, Stuttgart und Tübingen, J. G. Cotta'scher Verlag, 1854, p. 5.
1 Medtner: "an"2 Medtner, Stange: "hold und"
3 Medtner: "Ruhe"
4 Medtner: "höre"
In the radiance of the sunset glow I walked quietly along the forest, Damon sat and played his flute So that it rang from the rocky cliffs, So la la! . . . And he drew me down [to him]1, Kissed me so [beautifully, so]2 sweetly, And I said: play again! And the good lad played, So la la! . . . My peace is now lost, My joy has flown away, And in my ears I hear Always only the old sound, So la la, le ralla! . . .
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Medtner: "against himself"
2 Medtner: "beautifully and"
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Da droben auf jenem Berge, Da steh' ich tausendmal, An meinem Stabe [gebogen]1 Und [schaue]2 hinab in das Thal. Dann folg' ich der weidenden Herde, Mein Hündchen bewahret mir sie. Ich bin herunter gekommen Und weiß doch selber nicht wie. Da [stehet]3 von schönen Blumen [Die]4 ganze Wiese so voll. Ich breche sie, ohne zu wissen, Wem ich sie geben soll. Und Regen, Sturm und Gewitter [Verpass']5 ich unter dem Baum. Die Thüre dort bleibet verschlossen; [Doch]6 alles ist leider ein Traum. Es stehet ein Regenbogen Wohl über jenem Haus! Sie aber ist [weggezogen]7, [Und weit]8 in das Land hinaus. Hinaus in das Land und weiter, Vielleicht gar über die See. Vorüber, ihr Schafe, [vorüber]9! Dem Schäfer ist gar so weh.
Text Authorship:
- by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832), "Schäfers Klagelied", written 1801, 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, pages 94-95, and with Taschenbuch auf das Jahr 1804, Herausgegeben von Wieland und Goethe, Tübingen, in der Cotta'schen Buchhandlung, pages 113-114.
1 Schubert: "hingebogen"; Zelter: "bogen"2 Schubert (only second version): "sehe"
3 Schubert (only second version): "steht"
4 Schubert: "Da steht die"
5 Zelter: "Vergeß'"
6 Schubert (only second version): "Und"
7 Schubert: "fortgezogen"; Zelter: "weg gezogen"
8 Schubert (only second version): "Gar weit"; Naumann: "Weit"
9 Schubert: "nur vorüber"
High upon that mountain, I have stood a thousand times, bowed over my staff and gazing down into the valley. I have followed my grazing flock, my hound standing guard for me. I have come down somehow and I do not myself know how. Full of lovely flowers stands the whole meadow. I pick them without knowing whom I should give them to. And rain, storm and thunder - beneath the tree I wait for it to pass. The door there remains closed, for all is unfortunately a dream. There stands a rainbow arching over that house! But she has gone, and far away to distant reaches. To distant reaches and further, perhaps even across the sea. It's all over, my sheep, it is simply all over! It is such woe for your shepherd.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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[In einem kühlen Grunde]1 da geht ein Mühlenrad, mein Liebchen ist verschwunden, [die]2 dort gewohnet hat. Sie hat mir Treue versprochen, gab mir einen Ring dabei, sie hat die Treue gebrochen, das Ringlein sprang entzwei. Ich möcht' als Spielmann reisen [weit]3 in die Welt hinaus, und singen meine Weisen und [gehn]4 von Haus zu Haus. Ich möcht' als Reiter fliegen wohl in die blut'ge Schlacht, [um stille]5 Feuer liegen [Im Feld bei dunkler]6 Nacht. [Hör' ich]7 das Mühlrad gehen, [Ich]8 weiß nicht, was ich will, Ich möcht' am liebsten sterben, Dann wär's auf einmal still.
Text Authorship:
- by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), "Das zerbrochene Ringlein", appears in Gedichte, in 7. Romanzen
- sometimes misattributed to Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862)
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View original text (without footnotes)Note: Kreutzer's version is sometimes erroneously credited to Uhland. The original poem is also sometimes titled "Untreue" and substitutes "Liebste" for "Liebchen" in line 1-3.
2 Kreutzer: "das"
3 Kreutzer: "wohl"
4 Kreutzer: "zieh'n"
5 Kreutzer: "an stillem"
6 Kreutzer: "einsam bei kühler"
7 Kreutzer: "Ich hör"
8 Kreutzer: "und"
In a cool valley there turns a mill-wheel; Gone is my darling who had lived there. She promised to be constant and gave me a ring to prove it; she has broken her faith and my ring cracked in two. I would like to journey as a minstrel into the wide world out there, and sing my melodies going house to house. I would like to dash as a horseman into bloody battle, to lie around a quiet fire in the field at darkest night. When I hear the mill-wheel turning, I do not know what I want - I want most of all to die, for then the wheel would at a single blow be silent.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), "Das zerbrochene Ringlein", appears in Gedichte, in 7. Romanzen and misattributed to Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862)
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Ich ging im Walde So für mich hin, Und Nichts zu suchen, Das war mein Sinn. Im Schatten sah ich Ein Blümchen stehn, Wie Sterne leuchtend, Wie Äuglein schön. Ich wollt' es brechen, Da sagt' es fein: "Soll ich zum Welken Gebrochen sein?" Ich grub's mit allen Den Würzlein aus, Zum Garten trug ich's Am hübschen Haus. Und pflanzt' es wieder Am stillen Ort; Nun zweigt es immer Und blüht so fort.
Text Authorship:
- by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832), "Gefunden", written 1813
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I was walking in the woods Just [enjoying] being there, And seeking nothing [in particular] out, That was my state of mind. In the shade I saw A little flower standing, Shining like stars, Like beautiful little eyes. I wanted to pick it, When it said sweetly: “Shall I wither [after] Being picked?” I dug it all out [preserving] Its little roots, I carried it to the garden Next to my pretty house. And replanted it In a silent place; Now [new] sprigs appear And bloom immediately.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2016 by Laura Prichard, (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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Translation of title "Gefunden" = "Found"This text was added to the website: 2016-04-04
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