English translations of Sechs Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianofortebegleitung, opus 8

Ich reit' ins finstre Land hinein, 
Nicht Mond noch Sterne geben Schein, 
Die kalten Winde tosen. 
Oft hab' ich diesen Weg gemacht, 
Wann goldner Sonnenschein gelacht, 
[Bei]1 lauer Lüfte Kosen.

Ich reit' am finstern Garten hin, 
Die dürren Bäume sausen drin, 
Die welken Blätter fallen. 
Hier pflegt' ich in der Rosenzeit, 
Wann alles sich der Liebe weiht, 
Mit meinem Lieb zu wallen.

Erloschen ist der Sonne Strahl, 
Verwelkt die Rosen allzumal, 
Mein Lieb zu Grab' getragen. 
Ich reit' ins finstre Land hinein 
Im Wintersturm, ohn' allen Schein, 
Den Mantel umgeschlagen.

I am riding into the dark land,
Neither moon nor stars offer any light,
The cold winds are roaring.
I have often taken this track
When golden sunlight was smiling down,
With the caress of gentle breezes.

I am riding towards the dark garden,
The barren trees are rustling within it,
The faded leaves are falling.
Here I busied myself at the time of roses,
When everything was dedicated to love,
Spending time with my love.

The sun's beams have been extinguished,
Every one of the roses has withered,
My love has been carried to the grave.
I am riding into the dark land,
In the winter storm, without any light,
With my coat turned up.

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• Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2020 by Malcolm Wren, (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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Based on:

• a text in German (Deutsch) by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862), "Nachtreise", written 1811, appears in Lieder, in Wanderlieder, no. 5, first published 1815
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Translations of title(s):
"Die Nachtreise" = "Journey at night"
"Ich reit' in's finstre Land hinein" = "I am riding into the dark land"
"Nachtlied" = "Night song"
"Nachtreise" = "Journey at night"
"Nachtritt" = "Riding at night"

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Word count: 116

  Mir träumt', ich ruhte wieder
Vor meines Vaters Haus
Und schaute fröhlich nieder
Ins alte Thal hinaus,
Die Luft mit lindem Spielen
Ging durch das Frühlingslaub,
Und Blütenflocken fielen
Mir über Brust und Haupt.

  Als ich erwacht, da schimmert
Der Mond vom Waldesrand,
Im falben Scheine flimmert
Um mich ein fremdes Land,
Und wie ich ringsher sehe:
Die Flocken waren Eis,
Die Gegend war vom Schnee,
Mein Haar vom Alter weiß.

  I dreamt, I rested once again
In front of my father’s house
And gazed happily down
Into the old valley.
With a gentle playing the breeze
Wafted through the spring greenery,
And blossom petals fell down like snowflakes
Upon my breast and head.

  When I awoke, the moon
Was shimmering along the rim of the forest,
In the pale light there flickered
About me a foreign land,
And I see about me:
The flakes were of ice,
The countryside was of snow,
My hair was white with age.

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• Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2014 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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Based on:

• a text in German (Deutsch) by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), no title, appears in Gedichte, in 4. Frühling und Liebe, in Nachklänge, no. 4
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English song title (Ashton, Behr, Dorn, Loser, Pezold, Scharf, Scharwenka, Strauss): Winter song
English song title (Heiser): I dreamt, I rested once again
English song title (Kont): Lingering sounds

This text was added to the website: 2014-08-20
Line count: 16
Word count: 89

Wandern lieb' ich für mein Leben,
Lebe eben wie ich kann,
Wollt' ich mir auch Mühe geben,
Paßt' es mir doch gar nicht an.

Schöne alte Lieder weiß ich,
In der Kälte, ohne Schuh'
Draußen in die Saiten reiß' ich,
Weiß nicht, wo ich abends ruh'.

Manche Schöne macht wohl Augen,
Meinet, ich gefiel' ihr sehr,
Wenn ich nur was wollte [taugen]1,
So ein armer Lump nicht wär'. --

Mag dir Gott ein'n Mann bescheren,
Wohl mit Haus und Hof versehn!
Wenn wir zwei zusammen wären,
Möcht mein Singen mir vergehn.

 I love the wandering life:
 I live how I can.
 If I were to trouble myself about anything,
 it would not suit me at all.
 
 I know lovely old songs;
 in the cold, without shoes,
 I pluck my strings out there
 and do not know where I'll sleep in the evening!
 
 Many a lovely girl makes eyes at me,
 as if to say she would like me well
 if I only made something of myself
 and were not such a poor beggar.
 
 May God provide you with a husband,
 and a house and yard!
 If we two were together,
 my singing would die.

Text Authorship:

• Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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Based on:

• a text in German (Deutsch) by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), no title, appears in Gedichte, in 1. Wanderlieder, in Der wandernde Musikant, no. 1
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[Frühling]1 läßt sein blaues Band
Wieder flattern durch die Lüfte;
Süße, wohlbekannte Düfte
Streifen ahnungsvoll das Land.
Veilchen träumen schon,
Wollen balde kommen.
-- Horch, [von fern ein leiser]2 Harfenton!
Frühling, ja du bist's!
Dich hab' ich vernommen!

Spring lets its blue ribbon
flutter again in the breeze;
a sweet, familiar scent
sweeps with promise through the land.
Violets are already dreaming,
and will soon arrive.
Hark! In the distance - a soft harp tone!
Spring, yes it is you!
It is you that I have heard!

Text Authorship:

• Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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Based on:

• a text in German (Deutsch) by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Er ist's"
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Blaublümlein spiegelten sich im Bach
Und riefen den eilenden Wellen nach:
Vergißmeinnicht!

Die lachten: Wir müssen zum Meere hin,
Und aus den Augen ist aus dem Sinn,
Vergißmeinnicht!

Blauäuglein hatte ein Mägdelein,
Die strahlten dem Knaben ins Herz hinein:
Vergißmeinnicht!

Der Knabe zog in die Welt hinaus,
Da blühte und welkte manch Blumenstrauß.
Vergißmeinnicht!

Und als er allein auf unendlicher See,
Da grüßten ihn Sterne, da faßt' ihn ein Weh,
Vergißmeinnicht!

Aus rauschenden Wogen sangen herauf
Die Tropfen im Meere aus Bächleins Lauf:
Vergißmeinnicht!

Blue flowerets were reflected in the brook
And called after the hurrying waves:
Forget me not!
 
They laughed:  We must be off to the ocean,
And out of sight is out of mind,
Forget me not!
 
A maiden had blue eyes,
They shone into the young lad's heart:
Forget me not!
 
The lad went out into the world,
There bloomed and wilted many a bouquet.
Forget me not!
 
And when he was alone on the boundless sea,
The stars greeted him, he became heart-sore,
Forget me not!
 
From the booming waves there sang up to him
The drops in the sea that came from the brook:
Forget me not!

Text Authorship:

• Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2015 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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Based on:

• a text in German (Deutsch) by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Der wilde Jäger: Eine Waidmannsmär, first published 1877
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Translated titles:
"Blaublümlein spiegelten sich im Bach" = "Blue flowerets were reflected in the brook"
"Vergißmeinnicht" = "Forget-me-not"
"Vergiß mein nicht" = "Forget me not"
"Blaublümelein" = "Blue flowerets"

This text was added to the website: 2015-03-19
Line count: 18
Word count: 109