Dem Kellner:
 Setze mir nicht, du Grobian,
 Mir den Krug so derb vor die Nase!
 Wer  ...  Wein bringt, sehe mich freundlich an,
 Sonst trübt sich der Eilfer im Glase.

Dem Schenken:
 Du zierliches Mädchen, du komm herein,
 Was stehst du  ...  da auf der Schwelle?
 Du sollst mir künftig der Schenke sein,
 Jeder Wein ist dann schmackhaft und helle.

Don't throw it down, you boor,
pushing the jug so roughly in front of my nose!
He who brings me wine should look at me with friendliness;
otherwise the Eilfer wine grows cloudy in the glass.


You lovely boy, come here -
why are you standing there on the threshhold?
You should be my barman in the future:
then every glass of wine will be tasty and light.

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Based on:

• a text in German (Deutsch) by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832), no title, written 1815, appears in West-östlicher Divan, in 9. Das Schenkenbuch -- Saki Nameh
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Wer hat dich, du schöner Wald,
Aufgebaut so hoch da droben?
Wohl den Meister will ich loben,
Solang noch mein' Stimme erschallt:
Lebe wohl,
Lebe wohl, du schöner Wald! 

Tief die Welt verworren schallt,
Oben einsam Rehe grasen.
Und wir ziehen fort und blasen,
Daß es tausendfach verhallt:
Lebe wohl,
Lebe wohl, du schöner Wald!

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Was wir still gelobt im Wald,
Wollen's draußen ehrlich halten,
Ewig bleiben treu die Alten:
Bis das letzte Lied verhallt:
Lebe wohl,
Schirm' dich Gott, du deutscher Wald!

Deutsch Panier, das rauschend wallt:
Lebe wohl, 
schirm dich Gott, du schöner Wald!"

Who has made you, you beautiful forest,
Built so high up there?              
I want to praise the Master
As long as I still have voice.
Farewell, 
Farewell, you beautiful forest!

Deeply bewildering the world sends out sounds,
Lonely deer grazing above,
And we go forth and blow the horn
So that it resounds a thousand-fold:
Farewell, 
Farewell, you beautiful forest!

[ ... ]

That which we quietly praised in the forest
We want to preserve out in the world with honor,
Our forebearers remain eternally faithful:
German banner which floats rustling in the air
Farewell!
May God protect you, you beautiful forest!

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Based on:

• a text in German (Deutsch) by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), "Der Jäger Abschied", appears in Gedichte, in 3. Zeitlieder
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Note: This is a translation of Mendelssohn's version.

Translation of title "Der Jäger Abschied" = "The hunter's farewell"

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Wie Feld und Au
So blinkend im Thau!
Wie Perlen-schwer
Die Pflanzen umher!
Wie durch's Gebüsch 
Die Winde so frisch!
Wie laut, im hellen Sonnenstrahl,
Die süßen Vöglein allzumahl!

Ach! aber da,
Wo Liebchen ich sah,
Im Kämmerlein,
So nieder und klein,
So rings bedeckt,
Der Sonne versteckt --
Wo blieb die Erde weit und breit
Mit aller ihrer Herrlichkeit?

Like field and meadow
Gleaming in the dew!
Heavy as pearls
Are the plants around!
And through the bushes
The wind is so fresh!
And loud in the bright sunbeam
Are the sweet small birds!
 
Oh, but there
Where my sweetheart I saw
In the little chamber
So lowly and small
Thus covered round about
Hidden from the sun
Where the earth remained far and broad
With all of its splendor!

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Based on:

• a text in German (Deutsch) misattributed to Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832) and by Johann Georg Jacobi (1740 - 1814), "Der Sommer-Tag"
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Am fernen Horizonte
Erscheint, wie ein Nebelbild,
Die Stadt mit ihren Thürmen,
In Abenddämmrung gehüllt.

Ein feuchter Windzug kräuselt
Die graue Wasserbahn;
Mit traurigem Tacte rudert
Der Schiffer in meinem Kahn.

Die Sonne hebt sich noch einmal
Leuchtend vom Boden empor,
Und zeigt mir jene Stelle,
Wo ich das Liebste verlor.

Appearing on the far horizon
Like a picture in the fog,
A city, with its towers
Shrouded in the evening dusk.

A damp gust of wind eddies
The course of the grey water;
With a mournful rhythm
The boatman rows in my boat.

The sun lifts itself once more,
Glowing upwards from below the horizon,
And shows me that place
Where I lost what was dearest to me.

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• Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Michael P Rosewall, (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 Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), written 1823-24, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 16, first published 1824
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-- Vin a tout prix --

Was quälte dir dein armes Herz?
           "Liebesschmerz!"
Was machte dir die Augen roth?
           "Liebesnoth!"
Was gab dir Sorgen ohne Zahl?
           "Liebesqual!"

           Ei, das hast du schlimm bedacht;
           Denn schon manchesmal
           Hat die Menschen umgebracht
           Liebesschmerz und Qual!

Was heilte dich von deiner Pein?
           "Alter Wein!"
Was gab dir dann den besten Trost?
           "Frischer Most!"
Was stärkte wieder deinen Muth?
           "Traubenblut!"

Ei, bringet uns schnell herbei
Dieses edle Gut!
Denn es bleibt einmal dabei:
Wein erfrischt das Blut!

-- Vin a tout prix --

What was plaguing your [anxious]1 heart?
           "The pangs of love!"
What was making your eyes red?
           "The misery of love!"
What was causing you sorrows without number?
           "The agony of love!"

           Ah, you didn't think that over carefully;
           For many a time already
           The pangs and agony of love
           Have brutally finished [people]2 off!

What healed you from your pain?
           "Old wine!"
What gave you the best comfort?
           "Fresh [grape] must!"
What strengthened your courage again?
           "The blood of the grape!"

Well, then bring to us quickly
This noble treasure!
For [now it remains a fact]3:
Wine refreshes the blood!

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• Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2013 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 Mosen (1803 - 1867), "Der Zecher - Als Doctrinair", appears in Gedichte, in Der Zecher, no. 4
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Translated titles:
"Der Zecher - Als Doctrinair" = "The drinker - As a medic"
"Der Zecher als Doctrinair" = "The drinker as a medic"
"Liebe und Wein" = "Love and wine"

¹ Mendelssohn: "poor"
² The word "people" is explicitly added in Mendelssohn's text, but implied in the original.
³ Mendelssohn: "it simply remains a fact"

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Vom Grund bis zu den Gipfeln,
So weit man sehen kann,
Jetzt blüht's in allen Wipfeln,
Nun geht das Wandern an:

Die Quellen von den Klüften,
Die Ström' auf grünem Plan,
Die Lerchen hoch in Lüften,
Die ziehen frisch voran.

Und die im Tal verderben
In trüber Sorgen Haft,
Die will der Frühling werben
Zu dieser Wanderschaft.

Und von den Bergen nieder
Erschallt sein Ruf ins Tal,
Und die zerstreuten Brüder
Sie hören's allzumal.

Da wird die Welt so munter
Und nimmt die Reiseschuh,
das Liebchen mittendrunter
sie nickt uns heimlich zu.

Und über Felsenwände
Und auf dem grünen Plan
Das wirrt und jauchzt ohn Ende --
Nun geht das Wandern an!

From the valley to the mountaintops,
As far as the eye can see,
There is a blossoming in all the treetops.
Now the wandering begins:

The water springs from the rocky crags,
The rivers on the green plains,
The larks high in the air,
The poet briskly before them all.

And those who in the valley
Are blighted and constrained by anxieties,
[The poet wishes to entice them all]1
To join into this wandering.

And down from the mountains
His [song]2 rings out into the valley,
And the scattered brethren
[Are all seized by homesickness]3.

Then the world becomes so merry
And a man takes his walking shoes;
His beloved in the midst of all this,
She nods to [him]4 clandestinely.

And over the rocky cliffs
And upon the green plain
There is endless whirring and rejoicing --
Now the wandering begins!

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Based on:

• a text in German (Deutsch) by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), "Allgemeines Wandern", appears in Gedichte, in 1. Wanderlieder
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Translated titles:
"Allgemeines Wandern" = "Generally popular wandering"
"Wanderlied" = "Wandering song"
"Vom Grund bis zu den Gipfeln" = "From the valley to the mountaintops"
"Wanderschaft" = "Wanderings"

¹ Mendelssohn: "Spring wishes to entice them"
² Mendelssohn: "cry"
³ Mendelssohn: "All hear it at once."
⁴ Mendelssohn: "us"

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