English translations of Sieben spanische Lieder, opus 6

Klinge, klinge, mein Pandero,
Doch an andres denkt mein Herz.
 
Wenn du, muntres Ding, verständest
Meine Qual und sie empfändest,
Jeder Ton, den du entsendest,
Würde klagen meinen Schmerz.
 
Bei des Tanzes Drehn und Neigen
Schlag' ich wild den Takt zum Reigen,
Daß nur die Gedanken schweigen,
Die mich mahnen an den Schmerz.
 
Ach, ihr Herrn, dann will im Schwingen
Oftmals mir die Brust zerspringen,
Und zum Angstschrei wird mein Singen,
Denn an andres denkt mein Herz.

Ring, ring, my tambourine,
Yet, my heart dwells on other things.

If you, merry thing, could understand
And appreciate my suffering,
Each sound, that you produce,
Would bemoan my pain.

With each twist and dip of the dance
I mark the beat of the swirling frenzy,
To silence the thoughts
That only remind me of my pain.

O then, comrades, with wings
My breast longs to burst forth,
And my singing becomes a cry of anguish,
For my heart dwells on other things.

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• Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2011 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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• a text in German (Deutsch) by Emanuel von Geibel (1815 - 1884), no title, appears in Spanisches Liederbuch, in 2. Weltliche Lieder, no. 1
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• a text in Spanish (Español) by Alvaro Fernandez de Almeida
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Translation of title "Klinge, klinge, mein Pandero" = "Ring, ring, my tambourine"

This text was added to the website: 2011-07-06
Line count: 14
Word count: 83

Murmelndes Lüftchen, Blütenwind,
Der die schöne Welt durchwandelt,
Sing' ein Lied mit den Blätter der Ulme,
Denn es schläft mein süßes Kind.

Heute sollst du, sanfter West,
Schlummer über die ergiessen,
Die mich Frieden nicht geniessen,
Die mein Leid nicht schlafen lässt.
Wiege sie mir ein gelind,
Lüftchen, das die Welt durchwandelt,
Sing' ein Lied mit den Blätter der Ulme,
Denn es schläft mein süßes Kind.

Schweifest zwischen grünen Zweigen,
Lustig murmelnd von den Wonnen,
Die mir alle nun zerronnen,
Von dem Leid, das heut mich eigen.
Kühler, sanfter, plaudernder Wind,
Der die schöne Welt durchwandelt,
Sing' ein Lied mit den [Blätter]1 der Ulme,
Denn es schläft mein süßes Kind.

Murmuring breeze, blossom-wind,
you who wander through the beautiful world,
sing a song with the elm leaves
because my sweet child is asleep.

Today you, gentle west wind, should
pour sleep over those
who do not let me enjoy peace,
who do not let my sorrow rest.
Rock them gently to sleep for me,
breeze, that wanders over the world,
sing a song with the elm leaves
because my sweet child is asleep.

You stray between green branches,
happily murmuring about the joys
that now have all run away from me,
about the sorrow that I have today.
Cool, mild, gossiping wind,
that wanders through the beautiful world,
sing a song with the elm leaves
because my sweet child is asleep.

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• Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2018 by John Glenn Paton, (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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Translation of title "Murmelndes Lüftchen" = "Murmuring breeze"

This text was added to the website: 2018-10-19
Line count: 20
Word count: 121

In dem Schatten meiner Locken
Schlief mir mein Geliebter ein.
Weck' ich ihn nun auf? -- Ach nein!

Sorglich strählt' ich meine krausen
Locken täglich in der Frühe,
Doch umsonst ist meine Mühe,
Weil die Winde sie zerzausen.
Lockenschatten, Windessausen
Schläferten den Liebsten ein.
Weck' ich ihn nun auf? -- Ach nein!

Hören muß ich, wie ihn gräme,
Daß er schmachtet schon so lange,
Daß ihm Leben [geb' und nehme]1
Diese meine braune Wange,
Und er nennt mich seine Schlange,
Und doch schlief er bei mir ein.
Weck' ich ihn nun auf? -- Ach nein!

In the shadow of my tresses
My beloved has fallen asleep.
Shall I awaken him now? Ah, no!

Carefully I comb my ruffled
Locks, early every day;
Yet for nothing is my trouble,
For the wind makes them dishevelled yet again.
The shadows of my tresses, the whispering of the wind,
Have lulled my darling to sleep.
Shall I awaken him now? Ah, no!

I must listen to him complain
That he pines for me so long,
That life is given and taken away from him
By this, my brown cheek,
And he calls me a snake;
Yet he fell asleep by me.
Shall I awaken him now? Ah, no!

Text Authorship:

• Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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• a text in German (Deutsch) by Paul Heyse (1830 - 1914), no title, appears in Spanisches Liederbuch, in 2. Weltliche Lieder, no. 25
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Translation of title "In dem Schatten meiner Locken" = "In the shadow of my tresses"

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Line count: 17
Word count: 110

Am Ufer des Flusses, 
Des Manzanares,
Spült Linnen das Mädchen 
Und trocknet's im Winde.

Und taucht sie das Linnen 
Ins Wasser hinein,
Da halten mit Rinnen 
Die Fluthen schon ein;
Und der Stein, drauf sie's windet,
Fängt hell an zu glühn,
Und das Ufer wird grün 
Am Manzanares,
Wo das Mädchen Linnen spült 
Und trocknet im Winde.

Wo sie tritt in die Welle 
Mit schneeigen Fuß,
Da scheint auf der Stelle
Krystallen der Fluß,
Perlmutter die Rosen,
Wo die Tücher sie spannt,
Und ein Garten das Land
Am Manzanares,
Wo das Mädchen Linnen spült 
Und trocknet im Winde.

Die Winde, die lauen,
Verhalten den Hauch,
Und der Himmel ruht auch,
Ihr Antlitz zu schauen.
Und es spiegeln die Wasser
So klar und so mild,
Das reizende Bild
Im Manzanares,
Wie das Mädchen Linnen spült 
Und trocknet im Winde.

On the bank of the river 
Manzanares
The maiden washes [the] linen
and dries it in the wind.

And she dips the linen
into the water,
there the floods already
stop flowing,
and the stone upon which she wrings it
begins to brightly glow
and the bank turns green
on the Manzanares
where the maiden washes [the] linen
and dries [it] in the wind.

Where she steps into the ripples
with snowy foot,
there shines on the spot
the crystal-clear river,
Mother-of-pearl the roses
where she unfolds the clothes,
and a garden the land
on the Manzanares,
where the maiden washes [the] linen
and dries [it] in the wind.

The wind, which [is] lukewarm,
holds its breath,
and the sky [calms] also
to look upon her face.
And the water is glittering
so clear and so mild,
the charming picture
in the Manzanares,
how the maiden washes [the] linen
and dries [it] in the wind.

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• Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2019 by Garrett Medlock, (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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Translations of title(s):
"Am Manzanares" = "On the Manzanares"
"Am Ufer des Flusses, des Manzanares" = "On the bank of the river Manzanares"

Modified 03-17-2021 with gratitude to Bertram Kottmann for his gracious suggestions.

This text was added to the website: 2019-04-08
Line count: 34
Word count: 155

Händlein so linde, 
Herz gleich dem Winde,
Händlein so linde!

Ist dein Freund dir gar zuwider, 
Dem das Leben du zu danken? 
Hemmen auch so holde Schranken
Nicht dein flatterhaft Gefieder? 
Jeder Wind entführt dich wieder 
Und entführt mein Glück geschwinde.
Händlein so linde, 
Herz gleich dem Winde,
Händlein so linde!

Zeit ist's nun, dich zu gewöhnen,
Daß dich Frieden still beschränke,
Daß dein stolzer Flug sich senke,
Mir das Leben zu verschönen.
Nicht der hohen Gipfel denke,
Geh nun durch die Thalesgrüne;
Händlein so linde, 
Herz gleich dem Winde,
Händlein so linde!

Dich zu leiten, dich zu hüten 
Hab' ich traurig mich besonnen, 
Daß du nicht die alten Wonnen 
Wandelst in der Hölle Wüthen. 
Ach und deines Lenzes Blüthen 
Hauchen kühl wie Eiseswinde!
Händlein so linde, 
Herz gleich dem Winde,
Händlein so linde!

Little hands so gentle,
Heart like the wind,
Little hands so gentle.

Is your friend so abhorrent to you,
He to whom you owe your life?
Do even such lovely restraints not 
Hold back your flighty feathers?
Every wind takes you off again
And quickly kidnaps my happiness.
Little hands so gentle,
Heart like the wind,
Little hands so gentle.

It is time now to accustom yourself
So that peace shall quietly constrain you,
So that your proud flight shall settle down
To beautify my life.
Do not think of the high mountain-tops,
Only walk through the green of the valley;
Little hands so gentle,
Heart like the wind,
Little hands so gentle.

To lead you, to tend to you,
I have sadly reflected to do,
So that you do not pursue the old blisses
In the furies of hell.
Ah, and your springtime blossoms
Blow as cool as icy winds!
Little hands so gentle,
Heart like the wind,
Little hands so gentle.

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• Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2022 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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Und schläfst du, mein Mädchen,
Auf, öffne du mir;
Denn die Stund' ist gekommen,
Da wir wandern von hier.

Und bist ohne Sohlen,
Leg' keine dir an;
Durch reisende Wasser
Geht unsere Bahn.

Durch die tief tiefen Wasser
Des Guadalquivir;
Denn die Stund' ist gekommen,
Da wir wandern von hier.1

And are you sleeping, my girl?
Up! Open the door for me,
For the hour has come,
When we get away from here.

And you are without shoes,
Put nothing on,
Through raging water
Goes our path.

Through the deep, deep water
Of the Guadalquivir;
For the hour has come,
When we get away from here.

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• Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by David K. Smythe, (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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• a text in Portuguese (Português) by Gil Vicente (c1470 - c1536), "Si dormís, doncella", appears in Farelos
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This text was added to the website: 2003-11-19
Line count: 12
Word count: 56

Dereinst, dereinst,
[Gedanke]1 mein,
Wirst ruhig sein.

Läßt Liebesglut
Dich still nicht werden,
In kühler Erden,
Da schläfst du gut,
[Dort ohne Lieb']2
und ohne Pein
Wirst ruhig sein.

Was du im Leben
Nicht hast gefunden,
Wenn es entschwunden,
[Wird's dir]3 gegeben,
Dann ohne Wunden
[Und ohne Pein]2
Wirst ruhig sein.

One day, one day, 
O my mind,
You will be at peace.

Love's ardour 
will not leave you alone,
In the cool earth, 
There you sleep well

and without suffering;
You will be at peace:

What you have not 
found in life,
When it has vanished,
Will be given to you;
Then without wounds
and without pain
you will be at peace.

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• Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by David K. Smythe, (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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• a text in German (Deutsch) by Emanuel von Geibel (1815 - 1884), no title, appears in Spanisches Liederbuch, in 2. Weltliche Lieder, no. 10
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• a text in Spanish (Español) by Cristobal de Castillejo (d. c1550), "Alguna vez"
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This text was added to the website: 2003-11-07
Line count: 16
Word count: 62