English translations of Lieder und Gesänge für Singstimme und Klavier (Heft 4), opus 96
by Robert Schumann (1810 - 1856)
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Über allen Gipfeln Ist Ruh', In allen Wipfeln Spürest du Kaum einen Hauch; Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde. Warte nur, balde Ruhest du auch.
Text Authorship:
- by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832), "Ein Gleiches", written 1780, first published 1815
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Note: in many older editions, the spelling of the capitalized word "über" becomes "Ueber", but this is often due to the printing process and not to rules of orthography, since the lower-case version is not "ueber", so we use "Über".
See also J.D. Falk's poem Unter allen Wipfeln ist Ruh.
Over all the peaks it is peaceful, in all the treetops you feel hardly a breath of wind; the little birds are silent in the forest... only wait - soon you will rest as well.
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Die Sonne sah die Erde an, Es ging ein milder Wind, Und plötzlich stand Schneeglöckchen da, Das fremde blasse Kind. Und plötzlich brach mit Pomp und Braus Der alte Winter auf, Die Wolken eilten pfeilgeschwind Zum dunklen Nord hinauf. Eisscholle lief, Schneeflocke schmolz, Die Stürme heulten drein, Schneeglöckchen stand gesenkten Haupts In dem Gewühl allein. Ei komm! Du weißes Schwesterlein, Wie lange willst du stehn? Der Winter ruft, das Reich ist aus, Wir müssen nach Hause gehn! Und was nur rings auf Erden trägt Die weiße Liverei, Das schürze sich, das tummle sich Zur Abfahrt schnell herbei! Schneeglöckchen sah sich bebend an Und dachte halb im Traum: »Was soll um Winters Liverei Der grüne, grüne Saum? Wob ihn wohl um das weiße Kleid Des Winters rauhe Hand? Wo komm' ich her? wo geh' ich hin? Wo ist mein Vaterland?«
The sun looked [down] upon the earth, A mild breeze was blowing, And suddenly a snowdrop appeared, The strange, pale child. And suddenly with pomp and a great show Old winter decamped, As swiftly as arrows the clouds scudded off Toward the dark north. The ice floe raced, the snowflake melted, The storms howled, Snowdrop stood with a bowed head All alone in the tumult. Come now! You white little sister, How long do you propose to stand? Winter proclaims that his reign is over; We must go home! And everything on earth that wears The white livery Must gird itself, must make haste To appear quickly for the departure! The snowdrop looked at herself with trembling And, half in a dream, thought: "What is this green, green border Upon winter's livery? Was it woven into my white dress By the rough hand of winter? Whence do I come? Whither do I go? Where is my homeland?"
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Laß tief in dir mich lesen, Verhehl' auch dies mir nicht, Was für ein Zauberwesen Aus deiner Stimme spricht! So viele Worte dringen Ans Ohr uns ohne Plan, Und während sie verklingen, Ist alles abgetan! Doch drängt auch nur von ferne Dein Ton zu mir sich her, Belausch' ich ihn so gerne, Vergess' ich ihn so schwer. Ich bebe dann, entglimme Von allzu rascher Glut: Mein Herz und deine Stimme Verstehn sich gar zu gut!
Text Authorship:
- by August von Platen-Hallermünde (1796 - 1835), no title, appears in Gedichte, in Romanzen und Jugendlieder, no. 14
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Let me read deep within you - Do not conceal this from me either - What kind of a magical spirit Speaks through your voice. So many words assail Our ears without design And when they have died away, Nothing remains! But if even from a distance The sound of your voice finds its way to me, I listen to it so gladly, I find it so difficult to forget. I tremble then, come alight With all too rapid ardour; My heart and your voice Understand each other too well!
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Translated titles:"Mein Herz und deine Stimme" = "My heart and your voice"
"An die Geliebte" = "To the beloved"
"Die Stimme der Geliebten" = "The voice of the beloved"
"Ihre Stimme"= "Her voice"
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Hört ihr im Laube des Regens starke Schläge? Höret ihr brechen die Aest' im Sturmgefege? Hört ihr doch drinnen der Vöglein süsse Kehlen Preisend der Liebe des Herrn sich anempfehlen! Seht ihr im Lande der Zwietracht Fackel lodern? Hört ihr den Frevel das Recht zum Kampfe fodern? Drum mit des Herzens Gewalt friedvoller Lieder Zaubert das wilde Geschrei des Wahnsinns nieder!
Text Authorship:
- by Friedrich Wilhelm Traugott Schöpff (1826 - 1916), as Wilfried von der Neun, "Gesungen!", appears in Welt und Herz, in 1. Drängen und Treiben
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Confirmed with: Welt und Herz. Dichtungen von Wilfried von der Neun, zweite Auflage, Leipzig: F.A. Brockhaus, 1856, page 9.
Do you hear the rain's powerful blows in the foliage? Do you hear the branches breaking in the sweeping storm? Yet you also hear in [the tree] the sweet singing of the little birds Entrusting themselves with praise to the love of the Lord! Do you see the torches of dissension flaming in the land? Do you hear Iniquity summon Right to battle? Therefore with the power of your heart's peaceful songs Magically subdue the wild cries of insanity!
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Wie der Bäume kühne Wipfel Zu des Lichtes Höhen streben! Wie der Berge greise Gipfel In des Himmels Wolken schweben! Wie im Mai der Wiesen Blühen Mit des Äthers Blau verschwimmet! Wie der Wälder herbstlich Glühen In des Frührots Licht verglimmet! O so seid ihr denn Verwandte, Himmel du und Mutter Erde! Freudig trag ich irdsche Bande, Da ich dein, O Himmel, werde!
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- by Friedrich Wilhelm Traugott Schöpff (1826 - 1916), as Wilfried von der Neun
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As the bold treetops strive upward Towards the light on high, As the ancient peaks of the mountains Soar within the clouds of the heavens, As in May the flowers of the meadow Seem to dissolve with the blue of the ether, As the autumnal glow of the forests Smoulders in the light of dawn, Oh, thus you are related to each other, Heaven, you, and mother earth. I gladly bear my earthly fetters Since [I know] that I shall someday belong to you, oh Heaven.
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