English translations of Drei Lieder für Mezzo-Sopran oder Bariton mit Pianoforte, opus 8
by Karl Ludwig Friedrich Hetsch (1806 - 1872)
[Bei Nacht im Dorf]1 der Wächter rief: Elfe! Ein ganz kleines Elfchen im Walde schlief -- Wohl um die Elfe! -- Und meint, es rief ihm aus dem Tal Bei seinem Namen die Nachtigall, Oder Silpelit hätt' ihm gerufen. Reibt sich der Elf' die Augen aus, Begibt sich vor sein Schneckenhaus Und ist als wie ein trunken Mann, Sein Schläflein war nicht voll getan, Und humpelt also tippe tapp Durch's Haselholz in's Tal hinab, Schlupft an der Mauer hin so dicht, Da sitzt der Glühwurm Licht an Licht. »Was sind das helle Fensterlein? Da drin wird eine Hochzeit sein: Die Kleinen sitzen bei'm Mahle, Und treiben's in dem Saale. Da guck' ich wohl ein wenig 'nein!« -- Pfui, stößt den Kopf an harten Stein! Elfe, gelt, du hast genug? Gukuk! Gukuk!
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- by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Elfenlied"
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Hetsch: "Des Nachts im Dorfe"; further changes may exist not shown above.
At night in the village the watchman called out: "Eleven!" A tiny little elf was sleeping in the forest -- Just at eleven o’clock! -- And he thinks that from out the valley The nightingale must have called him by name, Or that [Silpelit]1 might have called to him. The elf rubs his eyes, Steps out in front of his snail-shell house, And is like a drunken man, [For] his little sleep was not long enough; And he hobbles about thus, tip tap Through the hazelwood down into the valley, Slips along closely beside the wall; There sits the glow-worm, light upon light. "What bright windows are those? There must be a wedding celebration inside; The little folk are sitting at the feast And carousing about in the ballroom. I shall just peep inside a bit!" -- Faugh! he bumps his head against hard stone! Well, elf, I guess you’ve had enough? Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Elfenlied"
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View original text (without footnotes)Note: The German word "elf" means both "eleven" and "elf"
1 Silpelit is the king of the elves.
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Früh, [wann]1 die Hähne kräh'n, [Eh']2 die Sternlein [verschwinden]3, Muß ich am [Herde stehn]4, Muß Feuer zünden. Schön ist der [Flammen]5 Schein, [Es]6 springen die Funken. Ich schaue so [drein]7, In Leid versunken. Plötzlich, da kommt es mir, Treuloser Knabe, Daß ich die Nacht von dir Geträumet habe. Träne auf Träne dann Stürzet hernieder; So kommt der Tag heran - O ging' er wieder!
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- by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Das verlassene Mägdlein"
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Eduard Mörike, Gedichte, Dramatisches, Erzählendes, Zweite, erweiterte Auflage, Stuttgart: J.G. Cotta'sche Buchhandlung Nachf., 1961, pages 61-62.
1 Bock, Feyhl, Zenger: "wenn"; Senger: "eh' " (further changes may exist not noted above).2 Zenger: "Wenn"
3 Schumann, Pfitzner (SJ5), Wolf: "schwinden"
4 van Eijken, Schumann: "Heerde steh'n"
5 Schumann, Wetzel: "Flamme"
6 Reinecke: "Hell"
7 Molitor, Reinecke, Schumann, Pfitzner (SJ5), Wolf, Zenger: "darein"
Early, when the cock crows, Before the stars disappear, I must stand at the hearth; I must light the fire. Beautiful is the blaze of the flames; [The sparks fly]1. I gaze into the fire, Sunk in grief. Suddenly, it comes to me, Unfaithful boy, That last night I dreamed of you. Tears upon tears then Pour down; So the day comes - O would it were gone again!
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View original text (without footnotes)Translated titles:
"Das verlassene Mägdlein" = "The abandoned maiden"
"Die Verlassene" = "The abandoned one"
1 Reinecke: "Bright fly the sparks"
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Rosenzeit! wie [schnell]1 vorbei, Schnell vorbei Bist du doch gegangen! Wär' mein Lieb' nur blieben treu, Blieben treu, Sollte mir nicht bangen. Um die Ernte wohlgemut, Wohlgemut Schnitterrinnen singen. Aber, ach! mir [kranken]2 Blut, Mir [kranken]2 Blut Will nichts mehr gelingen. Schleiche so durch's Wiesental, So durch's Tal, Als im Traum verloren, Nach dem Berg, da tausendmal, Tausendmal, Er mir Treu' geschworen. Oben auf des Hügels Rand, Abgewandt, Wein' ich bei der Linde; An dem Hut mein Rosenband, Von seiner Hand, Spielet in dem Winde.
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- by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Agnes", written 1831, first published 1838
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Eduard Mörike, Gedichte, Dramatisches, Erzählendes, Zweite, erweiterte Auflage, Stuttgart: J.G. Cotta'sche Buchhandlung Nachf., 1961, page 62.
Note: written for the novel Maler Nolten, in which it had the title "Refrain-Liedchen"1 Wöbbe: "bald"; further changes may exist not shown above.
2 1877 version, also used by Kahn, E. Kauffmann, and Wetzel: "krankem"
Time of roses! How quickly past, Quickly past have you gone! Had my sweetheart only remained true, remained true, Then I should fear nothing. At the harvest, cheerfully, Cheerfully the reaping women sing. But ah! poor me, poor me, I can no longer do anything right. I creep so through the meadow valley, Through the meadow valley, as if lost in a dream, To the mountain, where a thousand times, a thousand times, he swore he would be true. Above on the edge of the hill, turning away, I weep by the linden tree; On my hat, the wreath of roses that he made for me Blows in the wind.
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Note: updated 2014-03-25 after a kind suggestion by Lau Kanen.
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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