English translations of Sechs Lieder , opus 21

by Jakob Rosenhain (1813 - 1894)

1. Lied  [sung text not yet checked]
by Jakob Rosenhain (1813 - 1894), "Lied", op. 21 (Sechs Lieder ) no. 2
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Wo ich bin, mich rings umdunkelt
Finsterniß so dumpf und dicht,
Seit mir nicht mehr leuchtend funkelt,
Liebste, deiner Augen Licht.

[Mir]1 erloschen ist der süßen
Liebessterne goldne Pracht,
Abgrund gähnt zu meinen Füßen.
Nimm mich auf, uralte Nacht.

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Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 166.

1 Strauss: "Wie"

by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
1.
Language: English 
Where I am, all around me
there is darkness, gloomy and dense,
because the light of your eyes, dearest, 
no longer sparkles before me.

Extinct for me is the golden splendour
of  those sweet stars of love.
An abyss gapes at my feet.
Receive me, ancient night.

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2. Morgens steh' ich auf und frage  [sung text not yet checked]
by Jakob Rosenhain (1813 - 1894), "Morgens steh' ich auf und frage", op. 21 (Sechs Lieder ) no. 3
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Morgens steh' ich auf und frage:
Kommt feins Liebchen heut?
Abends sink' ich hin und klage:
Aus blieb sie auch heut.
 
In der Nacht mit meinem Kummer
lieg' ich schlaflos, [wach]1;
träumend, wie im halben Schlummer,
träumend wandle ich bei Tag.

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1 Hecht, Schumann: "lieg ich wach"

by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
2. Every morning I awake and ask
Language: English 
 Every morning I awake and ask:
 Will my sweetheart come today?
 Every evening I sink down and lament:
 She stayed away again today.
 
 All night with my grief
 I lie sleepless, waking;
 dreaming, as if half asleep,
 dreaming, I pass the day.

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3. Lieb Liebchen, leg's Händchen aufs Herze   [sung text not yet checked]
by Jakob Rosenhain (1813 - 1894), "Lieb Liebchen, leg's Händchen aufs Herze ", op. 21 (Sechs Lieder ) no. 4
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Lieb' Liebchen, leg's Händchen [aufs]1 Herze mein; -
Ach, hörst du, wie's [pochet]2 im Kämmerlein?
Da hauset ein Zimmermann schlimm und arg,
Der zimmert mir einen Totensarg.

[Es]3 hämmert und klopfet bei Tag und bei Nacht;
[Es]3 hat mich schon längst um den Schlaf gebracht.
Ach! sputet Euch, Meister Zimmermann,
Damit ich [balde]4 schlafen kann.

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Note: first titled "Der Zimmermann"; later titled "Holzmeyer"
1 Medtner: "auf" [sic]
2 Lange-Müller: "pocht"
3 Lange-Müller: "Er"
4 Lachner: "bald"; Franz: "nun balde"

by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
3. Dear sweetheart, lay your hand on my heart
Language: English 
 Dear sweetheart, lay your hand on my heart; -
 ah, do you hear the hammering inside?
 inside there lives a carpenter, wicked and evil:
 he's building my coffin.
 
 He hammers and pounds by day and by night;
 it has been a long time since I could sleep.
 Ah, hurry, Mister Carpenter,
 finish so that I can sleep.

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