English translations of Drei Gedichte für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte, opus 7
by Philipp Hartung
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1. Primula veris [sung text not yet checked]
by Philipp Hartung , "Primula veris", op. 7 (Drei Gedichte für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte) no. 1, published 1886 [ voice and piano ], Frankfurt a/M., Steyl & Thomas
Language: German (Deutsch)
I Liebliche Blume, bist du so früh schon wiedergekommen? Sei mir gegrüsset, [Primula veris!]1 Leiser denn alle Blumen der Wiese hast du geschlummert, liebliche [Blume]2, [Primula veris!]1 Dir nur vernehmbar lockte das erste Sanfte Geflüster weckenden Frühlings, Primula veris! Mir auch im Herzen blühte vor Zeiten, schöner denn alle Blumen der Liebe, Primula veris! II Liebliche Blume, Primula veris! Holde, dich nenn ich Blume des Glaubens. Gläubig dem ersten Winke des Himmels Eilst du entgegen, Öffnest die Brust ihm. Frühling ist kommen. Mögen ihn Fröste, Trübende Nebel Wieder verhüllen; Blume, du glaubst es, Daß der ersehnte Göttliche Frühling Endlich gekommen, Öffnest die Brust ihm; Aber es dringen Lauernde Fröste Tödlich ins Herz dir. Mag es verwelken! Ging doch der Blume Gläubige Seele Nimmer verloren.
Text Authorship:
- by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850), "Primula veris", appears in Gedichte, in 1. Erstes Buch, in Oden
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Mendelssohn: "Botin des Frühlings"
2 Mendelssohn: "Primel"
by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850)
1. Primula Veris
Language: English
I Sweet flower, you are so early already come back? I greet you, Primula veris! Softly because the other meadow flowers still doze on, sweet flower, Primula veris! You only have beckoned the first mild whispering of awakening spring, Primula veris! My heart also blooms earlier, more beautiful than all flowers is Love, Primula veris!
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850), "Primula veris", appears in Gedichte, in 1. Erstes Buch, in Oden
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Line count: 21
Word count: 55
Translation © by John H. Campbell
2. Abendlied [sung text not yet checked]
by Philipp Hartung , "Abendlied", op. 7 (Drei Gedichte für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte) no. 2, published 1886 [ voice and piano ], Frankfurt a/M., Steyl & Thomas
Language: German (Deutsch)
Es ist [so]1 still geworden, Verrauscht des Abends Wehn, Nun hört man aller Orten Der [Engel]2 Füße gehn, Rings in die [Thale]3 senket Sich Finsterniß mit Macht -- Wirf ab, Herz, was dich kränket Und was dir bange macht! Es ruht die Welt [im]4 Schweigen, Ihr Tosen ist vorbei, Stumm ihrer Freude Reigen Und stumm ihr Schmerzenschrei. Hat Rosen sie geschenket, Hat Dornen sie gebracht -- Wirf ab, Herz, was dich kränket Und was dir bange macht! Und hast du heut gefehlet, O [schaue nicht]5 zurück; Empfinde dich beseelet Von freier Gnade Glück. Auch des Verirrten denket Der Hirt auf hoher Wacht -- Wirf ab, Herz, was dich kranket Und was dir bange macht! Nun stehn im Himmelskreise Die Stern' in Majestät; In gleichem festem Gleise Der goldne Wagen geht. Und gleich den [Sternen]6 lenket Er deinen Weg durch Nacht -- Wirf ab, Herz, was dich kränket, Und was dir bange macht!
Text Authorship:
- by (Johann) Gottfried Kinkel (1815 - 1882), "Ein geistlich Abendlied", appears in Gedichte, in Auf der Wanderschaft, no. 7
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed wtih Gedichte von Gottfried Kinkel, Erster Band, Siebente Auflage, Stuttgart, Verlag der J. F. Cotta'schen Buchhandlung, 1872, pages 191-192.
1 Blumner: "nun" (Musikalien-catalog von Heinrichshofen's Verlag in Magdeburg); further changes may exist not shown above2 Taubert: "Eng'lein"
3 Ohlsen: "Thäler"; Schumann: "Tiefe"
4 Ohlsen: "in"
5 Taubert: "schau' nicht trüb"
6 Ohlsen: "Stürmen" (the score is almost certainly erroneous)
by (Johann) Gottfried Kinkel (1815 - 1882)
2. Evening song
Language: English
It has [become so]1 quiet. The evening breeze has rustled itself out. Now one hears everywhere The footsteps of the angels. All around darkness sinks Powerfully into the [valleys]2; Cast off, heart, what grieves you And what makes you anxious! The world rests in silence, Its turbulence is past, Its roundelay of joy is mute, And mute its cry of pain; Whether it provided roses, Whether it brought thorns, Cast off, heart, what grieves you And what makes you anxious! And if today you erred, Oh do not look back; Feel yourself animated By the good fortune of free grace. The shepherd upon his watch on high Thinks also of the lost one-- Cast off, heart, what grieves you And what makes you anxious! Now all about the heavens The stars stand in majesty. Along the old, firm pathway The golden carriage [the moon] is travelling. And like the stars, it directs Your way through the night. Cast off, heart, what grieves you And what makes you anxious!
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2008 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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- a text in German (Deutsch) by (Johann) Gottfried Kinkel (1815 - 1882), "Ein geistlich Abendlied", appears in Gedichte, in Auf der Wanderschaft, no. 7
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View original text (without footnotes)Translated titles:
"Ein geistlich Abendlied" = "A sacred evening song"
"Ein geistliches Abendlied" = "A sacred evening song"
"Abendlied" = "Evening song"
"Geistliches Abendlied" = "Sacred evening song"
This text was added to the website: 2008-09-03
Line count: 32
Word count: 170
Translation © by Sharon Krebs
3. Ständchen [sung text not yet checked]
by Philipp Hartung , "Ständchen", op. 7 (Drei Gedichte für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte) no. 3, published 1886 [ voice and piano ], Frankfurt a/M., Steyl & Thomas
Language: German (Deutsch)
Mach auf, mach auf, doch leise mein Kind, Um keinen vom Schlummer zu wecken. Kaum murmelt der Bach, kaum zittert im Wind Ein Blatt an den Büschen und Hecken. Drum leise, mein Mädchen, daß [nichts sich]1 regt, Nur leise die Hand auf die Klinke gelegt. Mit Tritten, wie Tritte der Elfen so sacht, [Die über die Blumen]2 hüpfen, Flieg leicht hinaus in die Mondscheinnacht, [Zu]3 mir in den Garten zu schlüpfen. Rings schlummern die Blüten am rieselnden Bach Und duften im Schlaf, nur die Liebe ist wach. Sitz nieder, hier dämmert's geheimnisvoll Unter den Lindenbäumen, Die Nachtigall uns zu Häupten soll Von [unseren]4 Küssen träumen, Und die Rose, wenn sie am Morgen erwacht, Hoch glühn von den Wonnenschauern der Nacht.
Text Authorship:
- by Adolf Friedrich, Graf von Schack (1815 - 1894), "Ständchen", appears in Gedichte, in 1. Liebesgedichte und Lieder, first published 1866
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Pfitzner: "sich nichts"
2 Strauss: "Um über die Blumen zu"; Berger: "Die über Blumen"
3 Pfitzner: "Mit"
4 Berger: "unsern"
by Adolf Friedrich, Graf von Schack (1815 - 1894)
3. Serenade
Language: English
Open up, open, but softly my dear, So as to wake no one from sleep. The brook hardly murmers, the wind hardly shakes A leaf on bush or hedge. So, softly, my maiden, so that nothing stirs, Just lay your hand softly on the doorlatch. With steps as soft as the footsteps of elves, Soft enough to hop over the flowers, Fly lightly out into the moonlit night, To steal to me in the garden. The flowers are sleeping along the rippling brook, Fragrant in sleep, only love is awake. Sit, here it darkens mysteriously Beneath the lindens, The nightingale over our heads Shall dream of our kisses, And the rose, when it wakes in the morning, Shall glow from the wondrous passions of the night.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Lawrence Snyder and Rebecca Plack, (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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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Adolf Friedrich, Graf von Schack (1815 - 1894), "Ständchen", appears in Gedichte, in 1. Liebesgedichte und Lieder, first published 1866
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 126
Translation © by Lawrence Snyder, Rebecca Plack