English translations of Drei Lieder nach Friedrich Schiller, opus 51

by Robert Kahn (1865 - 1951)

1. Lied des Fischerknaben  [sung text not yet checked]
by Robert Kahn (1865 - 1951), "Lied des Fischerknaben", op. 51 (Drei Lieder nach Friedrich Schiller) no. 1 (1905), published 1905 [ voice and piano ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Es lächelt der See, er ladet zum Bade,
Der Knabe [schlief ein am]1 grünen Gestade,
  Da hört er ein Klingen, 
  Wie Flöten so süß,
  Wie Stimmen der Engel
  Im Paradies.

Und wie er erwachet in seliger Lust,
Da [spielen]2 die Wasser ihm um die Brust,
  Und es ruft aus den Tiefen:
  Lieb' Knabe, bist mein!
  Ich locke den Schläfer, 
  Ich zieh ihn [herein]3.

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1 Marschner: "schlief am"
2 Curschmann: "spülen"
3 Marschner: "hinein"

by Friedrich von Schiller (1759 - 1805)
1. The lake smiles, so inviting to bathe
Language: English 
The lake smiles, so inviting to bathe,
the boy slept on the green bank,
then, he hears a tinkling,
as of sweet flutes,
like the voices of angels
in paradise.

And as he awakens in blissful desire,
the waters now play against his breast,
and a call from the depths:
Dear boy, you are mine!
I lure the sleeper,
I draw him down.

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2. Lied des Hirten  [sung text not yet checked]
by Robert Kahn (1865 - 1951), "Lied des Hirten", op. 51 (Drei Lieder nach Friedrich Schiller) no. 2 (1905), published 1905 [ voice and piano ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Ihr Matten, lebt wohl,
Ihr sonnigen Weiden!
Der Senne muß scheiden,
Der Sommer ist hin.

Wir fahren zu Berg, wir kommen wieder,
Wenn der Kuckuck ruft, wenn erwachen die Lieder,
Wenn mit Blumen die Erde sich kleidet neu,
Wenn die Brünnlein fließen im lieblichen Mai.

Ihr Matten, lebt wohl,
Ihr sonnigen Weiden!
Der Senne muß scheiden,
Der Sommer ist hin.

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by Friedrich von Schiller (1759 - 1805)
2. You meadows, farewell, you sunny pasturelands!
Language: English 
 You meadows, farewell,
 you sunny pasturelands!
 The herdsman must leave,
 for summer is past.
 
 We travel to the mountain and return
 when the cuckoo calls, when songs awaken,
 when the earth adorns itself anew with flowers,
 when the springs flow in lovely May.
 
 You meadows, farewell,
 you sunny pasturelands!
 The herdsman must leave,
 for summer is past.

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3. Lied des Alpenjägers  [sung text not yet checked]
by Robert Kahn (1865 - 1951), "Lied des Alpenjägers", op. 51 (Drei Lieder nach Friedrich Schiller) no. 3 (1905), published 1905 [ voice and piano ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Es donnern die [Höhen]1, es zittert der Steg,
Nicht grauet dem Schützen auf schwindlichem Weg.
  Er schreitet verwegen 
  Auf Feldern von Eis,
  Da pranget kein Frühling,
  Da grünet kein Reis;

[Und]2 unter den Fußen ein nebliches Meer,
Erkennt er die Städte der Menschen nicht mehr;
  Durch den Riß nur der Wolken
  Erblickt er die Welt,
  Tief unter den Wassern 
  Das grünende Feld.

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1 Liszt: "Höh'n"
2 Liszt: "Tief"

by Friedrich von Schiller (1759 - 1805)
3. Alpine hunter
Language: English 
The heights thunder, the little bridge trembles,
but the hunter feels no dread on his dizzy path.
He strides audaciously
on the ice-fields,
where no spring glitters
and no shoot grows green;

Far beneath his feet is a misty sea
and he knows the towns of men no more;
Only through a tear in the clouds
does he glimpse the world
far below the streams:
a field turning green.

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