English translations of Sechs Lieder für 1 mittlere Stimme mit Pianoforte, opus 10

by Adolf Blomberg

1. Abschied  [sung text not yet checked]
by Adolf Blomberg , "Abschied", op. 10 (Sechs Lieder für 1 mittlere Stimme mit Pianoforte) no. 1, published 1883 [ medium voice and piano ], Bonn, Cohen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Das gelbe Laub erzittert, 
Es fallen die Blätter herab; 
Ach, alles, was hold und lieblich, 
Verwelkt und sinkt ins Grab. 

Die [Wipfel]1 des Waldes umflimmert 
Ein schmerzlicher Sonnenschein; 
Das mögen die letzten Küsse 
Des scheidenden Sommers sein. 

Mir ist, als müsst ich weinen 
Aus tiefstem Herzensgrund; 
[Dies Bild erinnert]2 mich wieder
An unsre Abschiedsstund'. 

Ich musste [von dir scheiden]3, 
Und wusste, du stürbest bald; 
Ich war der scheidende Sommer, 
Du warst der [kranke]4 Wald.

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1 Franz: "Gipfel"
2 Reinecke: "Es mahnet dies Bild"
3 Grieg, Reinecke, Thuille: "dich verlassen"
4 Grieg, Reinecke: "sterbende"

by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
1. The yellow foliage trembles
Language: English 
The yellow foliage trembles,
the leaves fall down;
oh, everything, that is lovely and sweet,
wilts and sinks into the grave.

The tops of the forest conceal
a painful sunshine;
the last kisses are like
the departing summer.
 
I weep, as I must,
from deepest heart's reason;
this scene again reminds me
of our parting-hours.
 
I had to [part from]1 you
knowing, you would die soon!
I was the departing summer,
you were the [ailing]2 forest.

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1 Grieg, Reinecke, Thuille: "leave"
2 Grieg, Reinecke: "dying"


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2. Bitte  [sung text not yet checked]
by Adolf Blomberg , "Bitte", op. 10 (Sechs Lieder für 1 mittlere Stimme mit Pianoforte) no. 2, published 1883 [ medium voice and piano ], Bonn, Cohen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Weil' auf mir, du dunkles Auge,
Übe deine ganze Macht,
[Ernste, milde, träumerische]1,
Unergründlich süße Nacht!

Nimm mit deinem Zauberdunkel
Diese Welt von hinnen mir,
Daß du über meinem Leben
Einsam schwebest für und für.

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Confirmed with Nicolaus Lenau's sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von G. Emil Barthel, Leipzig: Druck und Verlag von Philipp Reclam jun., [1883], page 11.

1 Bolko von Hochberg: "Ernste, milde, zauberische"; Sjögren: "Ernste, milde, träumereiche", Stich: "Träumerische, ernste, milde"

by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850)
2. Linger on me, dark eyes
Language: English 
Linger on me, dark eyes -
exert your entire power,
somber, mild, dream-like,
unfathomably sweet night.

With your magic darkness
take from me this world,
so that above my life
you alone will float forever and ever.

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3. An die Melancholie  [sung text not yet checked]
by Adolf Blomberg , "An die Melancholie", op. 10 (Sechs Lieder für 1 mittlere Stimme mit Pianoforte) no. 3, published 1883 [ medium voice and piano ], Bonn, Cohen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Du geleitest mich [durch's Leben]1,
[Sinnende]2 Melancholie!
Mag mein Stern sich strahlend heben,
Mag er sinken - weichest nie!

Führst mich oft in Felsenklüfte,
Wo der Adler einsam haust,
Tannen starren in die Lüfte
Und der Waldstrom donnernd braust.

Meiner [Todten]3 dann gedenk' ich,
Wild hervor [die]4 Thräne bricht,
Und an deinen Busen senk' ich
Mein umnachtet Angesicht.

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Confirmed with Nicolaus Lenau’s sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von G. Emil Barthel, Leipzig: Druck und Verlag von Philipp Reclam jun., [no year], page 173.

1 Bartók: "zum Grabe"
2 Bartók: "Düstere"
3 Bartók: "Liebsten"
4 Bartók: "dann die"

by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850)
3. To melancholy
Language: English 
You accompany me [through life]1,
[Meditative]2 melancholy!
If my star be radiantly in the ascendant,
If it sinks - you never leave me!

Oft you lead me into the rocky crags
Where the eagle dwells in solitude,
Fir trees stretch into the winds
And the forest river roars thunderously.

Then I think about [those of mine who have died]3
[Wildly]3 my tears break forth,
And upon your bosom then 
I lower my night-shrouded face.

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Translations of title(s):
"An die Melancholie" = "To melancholy"
"Die Melancholie" = "Melancholy"
"Melancholie (Steyrisch)" = "Melancholy (Styrian)"

1 Bartók: "to the grave"
2 Bartók: "Sombre"
3 Bartók: "my most beloved"
4 Bartók: "Wildly then"


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4. Der gefangene Sänger  [sung text not yet checked]
by Adolf Blomberg , "Der gefangene Sänger", op. 10 (Sechs Lieder für 1 mittlere Stimme mit Pianoforte) no. 4, published 1883 [ medium voice and piano ], Bonn, Cohen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Vöglein, einsam in dem Bauer,
Herzchen, einsam in der Brust,
Beide haben große Trauer
Um die süße Frühlingslust.

Um das Wandern, um das Fliegen
In dem Thal von Zweig zu Zweig,
Um das Wiegen, um das Schmiegen
An die Liebste warm und weich.

Vöglein[,] singe deine Klagen,
Bis die kleine Brust zerspringt,
Herz, mein Herz, auch du wirst schlagen,
Bis dein letzter Ton verklingt.

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Confirmed with Die Sängerfahrt. Eine Neujahrsgabe für Freunde der Dichtkunst und Mahlerey, gesammelt vom Friedrich Förste, Berlin: in der Maurerschen Buchhandlung, 1818, page 109.


by (Gottlob Ferdinand) Max(imilian) Gottfried von Schenkendorf (1783 - 1817)
4.
Language: English 
Birdling, solitary in the cage,
Little heart, solitary in the breast,
Both grieve greatly
For the sweet rapture of spring.
 
[Grieve for] the wandering, for the flying
In the valley from branch to branch,
[Grieve for] the swaying against, the nestling up to
The beloved, warmly and softly.
 
Birdling, sing your laments
Until your little bosom bursts;
Heart, my heart, you too shall beat
Until your last sound has faded away.

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Translated titles:
"Gefangner Sänger" = "Imprisoned singers"
"Die gefangenen Sänger" = "The imprisoned singers"


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5. Erster Verlust  [sung text not yet checked]
by Adolf Blomberg , "Erster Verlust", op. 10 (Sechs Lieder für 1 mittlere Stimme mit Pianoforte) no. 5, published 1883 [ medium voice and piano ], Bonn, Cohen
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 Damcke: "Jener holden Zeit zurück"; 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
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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. Frühlingsglaube  [sung text not yet checked]
by Adolf Blomberg , "Frühlingsglaube", op. 10 (Sechs Lieder für 1 mittlere Stimme mit Pianoforte) no. 6, published 1883 [ medium voice and piano ], Bonn, Cohen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Die [linden]1 Lüfte sind erwacht,
Sie [säuseln und weben]2 Tag und Nacht,
Sie [schaffen]3 an allen Enden.
O [frischer]4 Duft, o neuer Klang!
Nun armes Herze, sey nicht bang!
Nun muß sich [Alles, Alles]5 wenden.

Die Welt wird schöner [mit]5 jedem Tag,
Man weiß nicht, was noch [werden]6 mag,
Das Blühen [will]7 nicht enden.
Es blüht das fernste, [tiefste]8 Thal.
Nun armes [Herz]9, vergiß [der]10 Qual!
Nun muß sich [Alles, Alles]11 wenden.

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Confirmed with Deutscher Dichterwald. von Justinus Kerner, Friedrich Baron de la Motte Fouqué, Ludwig Uhland und Andern. Tübingen in der J. F. Heerbrandt'schen Buchhandlung. 1813, page 5; and with Gedichte von Ludwig Uhland. Stuttgart und Tübingen in der J. G. Cotta'schen Buchhandlung. 1815, page 54.

Note: some editions have a typo in stanza 1, line 2: word 4 is "wehen". Curschmann and Lachner's scores also have this typo.

1 Klein: "lauen"
2 Kittl: "säuseln, weben"
3 Hanslick: "schaff'n"
4 Kittl, Unger: "süßer"
5 Kittl, Kücken, Hanslick: "Alles"
6 Goetz: "kommen"
7 Goetz: "es will"
8 Curschmann: "das tiefste"; Kittl: "stillste"
9 Goetz: "Herze"
10 Kittl: "die"
11 Hanslick, Kücken: "Alles"

by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862)
6. Spring faith
Language: English 
Balmy breezes are awakened,
They whisper and move day and night,
And everywhere creative.
O fresh scent, o new sound!
Now, poor heart, don't be afraid.
Now all, all must change.

With each day the world grows fairer,
One cannot know what is still to come,
The flowering refuses to cease.
Even the deepest, most distant valley is in flower.
Now, poor heart, forget your torment.
Now all, all must change.

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Translation of title "Frühlingsglaube" = "Spring faith"


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Translation © by David Gordon