English translations of Drei Gesänge für eine Mittelstimme mit Pianoforte-Begleitung, opus 11
by Willi von Möllendorf (1872 - 1934)
In der hohen Hall' saß König [Sifrid]1: "Ihr Harfner! wer weiß mir das schönste Lied?" Und ein Jüngling trat aus der Schaar behende, Die Harf' in der Hand, das Schwerdt an der Lende. "Drei Lieder weiß ich; den ersten Sang, Den hast du ja wohl vergessen schon lang: Meinen Bruder hast du meuchlings erstochen! Und aber: hast ihn meuchlings erstochen! Das andre Lied, das hab' ich erdacht In einer [finstern, stürmischen]2 Nacht: Mußt mit mir fechten auf Leben und Sterben! Und aber: mußt fechten auf Leben und Sterben!" Da [lehnte]3 er die Harfe wohl an den Tisch, Und sie zogen Beide die Schwerdter frisch, Und fochten lange mit wildem Schalle, Bis der König sank in der hohen Halle. "Nun sing' ich das [dritte und]4 schönste Lied, Das werd' ich nimmer zu singen müd': König [Sifrid]1 liegt in [seim]5 rothen Blute, Und aber: liegt in [seim]5 rothen Blute!"
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- by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862), "Die drei Lieder", appears in Balladen und Romanzen
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Gedichte von Ludwig Uhland, Stuttgart und Tübingen, J. G. Cotta’sche Buchhandlung, 1815, page 193. Note for stanza 5: "seim" is an archaic form of "seinem"
Note: modern German would change the following spellings: "Schaar" -> "Schar", "Schwerdt" -> "Schwert", "rothen" -> "roten"
1 Loewe: "Siegfried"2 Kralik: "finsteren, stürmischen"; Loewe: "finstern und stürmischen"
3 Kralik, Loewe: "lehnt'"
4 Kralik: "dritte, das"
5 Loewe: "sein'm"
King Sifrid sat in the high hall: "You harpers, which of you knows the most beautiful song?" And a youth stepped nimbly forth from the throng, His harp in his hand, his sword at his side: "I know three songs; the first song You have likely already forgotten long: You stabbed and killed my brother in a dastardly fashion, And again [I say]: you stabbed and killed him in a dastardly fashion! The second song, that one I made up In a dark and stormy night: You must fight with me in mortal combat, And again [I say]: must fight in mortal combat!" Then he leaned the harp up against the table, And they both briskly drew their swords And fought long with wild clangs, Till the king sank down in the high hall. "Now I shall sing the third and most beautiful song, One that I shall never grow tired of singing: King Sifrid lies in his red blood, And again [I say]: lies in his red blood!"
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862), "Die drei Lieder", appears in Balladen und Romanzen
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