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English translations of Tre sånger vid piano, opus 18

by Halfdan Kjerulf (1815 - 1868)

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1. Der Einsiedler  [sung text not yet checked]
by Halfdan Kjerulf (1815 - 1868), "Der Einsiedler", op. 18 (Tre sånger vid piano) no. 2 (1861), published 1871 [ voice and piano ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
[Komm]1, Trost der Welt, du stille Nacht!
Wie steigst du von den Bergen sacht,
Die Lüfte alle schlafen,
Ein Schiffer nur noch, wandermüd',
Singt übers Meer sein Abendlied
Zu Gottes Lob im Hafen.

Die Jahre wie die Wolken gehn
[Und]2 lassen mich hier einsam stehn,
Die Welt hat mich vergessen,
Da tratst du wunderbar zu mir,
Wenn ich beim Waldesrauschen hier
Gedankenvoll gesessen.

O Trost der Welt, du stille Nacht!
Der Tag hat mich so [müd']3 gemacht,
Das weite Meer schon dunkelt,
Laß ausruhn mich von Lust und Not,
Bis daß das ew'ge Morgenrot
Den stillen Wald durchfunkelt.

Text Authorship:

  • by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), "Der Einsiedler", appears in Gedichte, in 6. Geistliche Gedichte

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1 von Wilm: "Komme"; further changes may exist not shown above.
2 Glanert: "Sie"
3 Reinthaler: "trüb"

by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857)
1. Come, comfort of the world, you still night
Language: English 
 Come, comfort of the world, you still night!
 How softly you climb from the hills!
 The breezes are all sleeping,
 only one sailor still, weary with travel,
 sings across the sea an evening song
 to praise God from the harbor.
 
 The years go by like clouds
 and leave me standing here alone;
 the world has forgotten me.
 Then amazingly, you came to me
 when I was here by the rustling wood,
 sitting lost in thought.
 
 O comfort of the world, you still night!
 The day has made me so weary;
 the wide sea is darkening already.
 Let me rest from joy and suffering
 until the eternal dawn
 illuminates the still wood throughout.

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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), "Der Einsiedler", appears in Gedichte, in 6. Geistliche Gedichte
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