English translations of Sechs Lieder für mittlere und höhere Stimme und Klavier, opus 15

by Othmar Schoeck (1886 - 1957)

1. Der Waldsee
 (Sung text)
by Othmar Schoeck (1886 - 1957), "Der Waldsee", op. 15 (Sechs Lieder für mittlere und höhere Stimme und Klavier) no. 1 (1907) [ voice and piano ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Wie bist du schön, du tiefer, blauer See!
Es zagt der laue West, dich anzuhauchen,
Und nur der Wasserlilie reiner Schnee
Wagt aus dem keuschen Busen dir zu tauchen.

Hier wirft kein Fischer seine Angelschnur,
Kein Kahn wird je durch deine Fluten gleiten!
Gleich einer Dithyrambe der Natur
Rauscht nur der Wald durch diese Einsamkeiten!

Wildrosen streun dir Weihrauch, ihr Arom
Die schlanken Tannen, die dich rings umragen,
Und die, wie Säulen einen mächt'gen Dom,
Ob sich des Himmels blau' Gewölbe tragen.

Einst kannt ich eine Seele, ernst, voll Ruh,
Die sich der Welt verschloß mit sieben Siegeln,
Die, rein und tief, geschaffen schien wie du,
Nur um den Himmel in sich abzuspiegeln.

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Confirmed with Heinrich Leuthold, Gedichte, Frauenfeld, Druck und Verlag von Huber & Co., 1914, pages 22-23.


by Heinrich Leuthold (1827 - 1879)
1. The forest lake
Language: English 
 How fair you are, you deep blue lake! 
 The mild west wind hesitates to breathe on you,
 and only the pure snow of the water-lily
 dares emerge from your chaste bosom.

 Here no fisherman casts his fishnets,
 no boat will ever glide through your waters!
 Like a dithyramb of nature,
 only the wood rustles in these lonely parts!

 Wild roses spread for you their incense and
 the slender firs their scent; they rear up about you
 and like the pillars of a mighty cathedral
 support the blue vault of the skies.

 Once I knew a soul, serious and tranquil,
 who locked herself away from the world with seven seals;
 who, pure and profound, seemed to have been created, like you,
 only to reflect Heaven in herself.

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2. Nun quill aus meiner Seele
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by Othmar Schoeck (1886 - 1957), "Nun quill aus meiner Seele", op. 15 (Sechs Lieder für mittlere und höhere Stimme und Klavier) no. 2 (1907) [ voice and piano ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Nun quill aus meiner Seele immerfort
du mächtig wilder Bilderschwall.
Halt ich dich nicht mit starkem Jubelschall,
bann' ich dich, Strom, mit schlichtem Siegerwort.
Daß alle Well'n vergeh'n, die Fluten klar
zum ruhereichen See sich breiten,
darin die Welt und blaue Himmelweiten
mir glänzen still verklärt unwandelbar.

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by Paul Schoeck (1882 - 1952)
2. Now well up out of my soul
Language: English 
 Now well up out of my soul evermore
 you mighty, wild splash of images.
 If I cannot hold you back with strong, jubilant shouts,
 I'll bind you, Stream, with a simple charm.
 Let all the waves disappear and the clear flood
 spread out toward the peaceful ocean,
 in which the world and the blue expanse of heaven
 glimmer silently, transfigured and unvarying.

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3. Frühlingsfeier
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by Othmar Schoeck (1886 - 1957), "Frühlingsfeier", op. 15 (Sechs Lieder für mittlere und höhere Stimme und Klavier) no. 3 (1908) [ voice and piano ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Süßer, goldner Frühlingstag!
Inniges Entzücken!
Wenn mir je ein Lied gelang,
Sollt' es heut' nicht glücken?

Doch warum in dieser Zeit
An die Arbeit treten?
Frühling ist ein hohes Fest:
Laßt mich ruhn und beten!

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by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862)
3. Spring Festival
Language: English 
 Sweet, golden spring day!
 Heartfelt delight!
 If I were ever to attempt a song,
 should I not succeed today?
 
 Yet why at this time
 should I think of work?
 Spring is a high holiday:
 let me rest and pray!

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4. In der Fremde  [sung text not yet checked]
by Othmar Schoeck (1886 - 1957), "In der Fremde", op. 15 (Sechs Lieder für mittlere und höhere Stimme und Klavier) no. 4 (1908) [ voice and piano ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Da fahr' ich still im Wagen,
Du bist so weit von mir, 
Wohin er mich mag tragen,
Ich bleibe doch bei dir.

Da fliegen Wälder, Klüfte
Und schöne Täler tief
Und Lerchen hoch in Lüften,
Als ob dein' Stimme rief.

Die Sonne lustig scheinet
Weit über das Revier,
Ich bin so froh verweinet,
Und singe still in mir.

Vom Berge geht's hinunter,
Das Posthorn schallt im Grund,
Mein' Seel' wird mir so munter,
Grüß' dich aus Herzensgrund.

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by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857)
4. I travel silently in the coach
Language: English 
I travel silently in the coach -
you are so far from me -
but wherever it might take me,
I remain still with you.

There fly by forests, gorges
and lovely deep valleys,
and larks high in the sky,
as if your voice were calling.

The sun shines merrily
far beyond the area;
I am so happy and so tearful,
and I sing silently inside.

From the mountains, the path goes downward,
the posthorn rings out below;
my soul grows so cheerful
and I greet you from the bottom of my heart.

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5. Erster Verlust  [sung text not yet checked]
by Othmar Schoeck (1886 - 1957), "Erster Verlust", op. 15 (Sechs Lieder für mittlere und höhere Stimme und Klavier) no. 5 (1908) [ voice and piano ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Ach wer bringt die schönen Tage,
Jene Tage der ersten Liebe,
Ach wer bringt nur eine Stunde
Jener holden Zeit zurück!

Einsam nähr' ich meine Wunde
Und mit stets erneuter Klage
Traur' ich [um's verlorne]1 Glück.

Ach, wer bringt die schönen Tage,
[Jene holde Zeit zurück!]2

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Confirmed with Goethe's Werke, Vollständige Ausgabe letzter Hand, Erster Band, Stuttgart und Tübingen, in der J.G.Cottaschen Buchhandlung, 1827, page 63; and with Goethe's Schriften. Achter Band. Leipzig, bey Georg Joachim Göschen, 1789, page 113.

First written 1785 by Goethe for his fragmentary Singspiel "Die ungleichen Hausgenossen" (Arie der Baronesse, Act II), with different stanzas 2 and 3.

1 Nägeli: "um verlornes"
2 Schubert: "Wer jene holde Zeit zurück!"; Medtner, Zelter: "Wer bringt die holde, süße, liebe Zeit zurück?"

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)
5. First loss
Language: English 
Ah, who will bring back those beautiful days -
those days of first love?
Ah, who will bring back even just one hour
of that lovely time?

Lonely, I nourish my wound
and with constantly renewed laments,
I mourn my lost happiness.

Ah, who will bring back those beautiful days -
that lovely time?

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6. Peregrina
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by Othmar Schoeck (1886 - 1957), "Peregrina", op. 15 (Sechs Lieder für mittlere und höhere Stimme und Klavier) no. 6 (1908) [ voice and piano ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Die Liebe, sagt man, steht am Pfahl gebunden, 
Geht endlich arm, zerrüttet, unbeschuht;
Dieß edle Haupt hat nicht mehr, wo es ruht,
Mit Thränen netzet sie der Füße Wunden.

Ach, Peregrinen hab' ich so gefunden!
Schön war ihr Wahnsinn, ihrer Wange Gluth, 
Noch scherzend in der Frühlingsstürme Wuth,
Und wilde Kränze in das Haar gewunden.

War's möglich, solche Schönheit zu verlassen? 
-- So kehrt nur reizender das alte Glück!
O komm, in diese Arme dich zu fassen!

Doch weh! o weh! was soll mir dieser Blick?
Sie küsst mich zwischen Lieben noch und Hassen, 
Sie kehrt sich ab, und kehrt mir nie zurück.

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Confirmed with Mörike, Eduard Friedrich. Gesammelte Schriften, Erster Band, G. J. Göschen'sche Verlagshandlung, 1878, page 137.

by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875)
6.
Language: English 
They say that love is bound to the stake,
goes poor at last, in disarray, unshod;
this noble head no longer has a resting-place,
moistening the wounded feet with its tears.

Oh, I found Peregrina in just this state!
Lovely in her madness, a glow on her cheeks,
still jesting in the raging storms of spring,
with tangled garlands woven in her hair.

Could anyone relinquish such beauty?
-- the old bliss will revive all the more temptingly!
Oh come and let these arms enfold you!

But oh, alas! how should I read this look?
She kisses me between loving and hating,
she turns away and will never return to me.

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