English translations of Zehn Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte, opus 17
by (Karl) Emil Kauffmann (1836 - 1909)
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Rothhaarig ist mein Schätzelein, Rothhaarig wie ein Fuchs, Und Zähne hat's wie Helfenbein Und Augen wie ein Luchs. Und Wangen wie ein Rosenblatt Und Lippen wie ein Kirsch, Und wenn es ausgeschlafen hat, So schreitet's wie ein Hirsch. Im Köpfchen sitzt ihm ein Kobold, Ein Grübchen in dem Kinn, Ein Herzchen hat es klar wie Gold Und kreuzfidelen Sinn. Wie Silberglöcklein spricht's und lacht's, Wie eine Lerche singt's, Und tanzen kann's und Knixe macht's, Und wie ein Heuschreck springt's. Und lieben thut's mich, Zapperlot! Das weiss was Lieben heisst, Und küsst es mich -- Schockschwerenoth! Ich denk' manchmal, es beisst. Doch weiter kriegt ihr nichts heraus, Und fragt ihr früh und spat, Es kratzt mir sonst die Augen aus, Wenn ich noch mehr verrath.
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- by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Der Rattenfänger von Hameln: Eine Aventiure, first published 1876
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Red-haired is my sweetheart, As red-haired as a fox, And she has teeth like ivory And eyes like a lynx. And cheeks like a rose-petal And lips like a cherry, And when she has had a good night's rest, She strides like a stag. In her little head there sits a pixie, A dimple in her chin, She has a heart of gold And a sunny, merry spirit. She speaks and laughs like silver bells, Sings like a lark, And she can dance and curtsey, And leap like a grasshopper. And she loves me -- Zounds! She knows what loving means, And when she kisses me -- Gosh! I sometimes think she's biting [me]. But you shall get nothing more out of me, Though you ask me day and night, If I told you anything more, She would scratch my eyes out.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Der Rattenfänger von Hameln: Eine Aventiure, first published 1876
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Translated titles:"Mein Schätzelein" = "My sweetheart"
"Rothhaarig ist mein Schätzelein" = "Red-haired is my sweetheart"
"Lied aus: Der Rattenfänger von Hameln" = "Song from The Ratcatcher of Hamelin"
""Rothhaarig ist mein Schätzelein" aus dem "Rattenfänger von Hameln"" = ""Red-haired is my sweetheart" from "The Ratcatcher of Hamelin""
"Lied des Rattenfängers von Hameln" = "Song of the Ratcatcher of Hamelin "
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Es [ging]1 wohl über die Heide Zur alten Kapell' empor Ein Greis in Waffengeschmeide Und trat in den [dunkeln]2 Chor. Die Särge seiner Ahnen [Standen der]3 Hall' entlang, Aus der Tiefe thät ihn mahnen Ein wunderbarer Gesang. »Wohl hab' ich [euer Grüßen]4, Ihr Heldengeister, gehört; Eure Reihe soll ich schließen. Heil mir! ich bin es wert!« Es stand an kühler Stätte Ein Sarg noch ungefüllt; Den nahm er zum Ruhebette, Zum Pfühle nahm er den Schild. Die Hände thät er falten Aufs Schwert und [schlummert']5 ein; Die Geisterlaute verhallten, Da mocht' es gar stille sein.
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- by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862), "Die Vätergruft", written 1805, appears in Balladen und Romanzen
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Uhlands ausgewählte Gedichte, Fünfte Auflage, Stuttgart, Verlag der J. G. Cotta'schen Buchhandlung, 1891, pages 17-18
Note: modernized spelling would change "thät" to "tät"
1 Liszt, Stöhr: "schritt"2 Stöhr: "dunklen"
3 Stöhr: "Standen die"; Wallnöfer: "Sie standen der"
4 Stöhr: "eure Grüße"
5 Cornelius, Liszt, Stöhr: "schlummerte"
Drüben [geht]1 die Sonne scheiden, Und der müde Tag entschlief. [Niederhangen]2 hier die Weiden In den Teich, so still, so tief. Und ich muß mein Liebstes meiden: Quill, o Thräne, quill hervor! Traurig säuseln hier die Weiden, Und im Winde bebt das Rohr. [In mein stilles, tiefes Leiden]3 [Strahlst du, Ferne! hell und mild]4, [Wie durch Binsen hier und Weiden Strahlt des Abendsternes Bild.]5
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- by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850), no title, appears in Gedichte, in 1. Erstes Buch, in Sehnsucht, in Schilflieder, no. 1
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Nicolaus Lenau’s sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von G. Emil Barthel, Leipzig: Druck und Verlag von Philipp Reclam jun., [no year], page 13.
1 Marteau: "ging"2 Moór: "Niederhängen"
3 Bochkoltz-Falconi: "In mein tiefes, stilles Leiden"; Lang: "Wie durch Binsen hier und Weiden"
4 Lang: "Strahlt des Abendsternes Bild"; Moór: "Strahltest du, Ferne! hell und mild"
5 Lang: "In mein stilles, tiefes Leiden/ Strahlst du, Ferne! hell und mild."
The sun is sinking over there, and the weary day has fallen asleep. The willows here hang down into the pond, so still, so deep. And I must part from my dearest; well up, 0 tears, well up within me! The willows rustle mournfully here, and the reed trembles in the wind. Into my silent, deep sorrow, Shine, distance! bright and mild - just as, through weeds and willows here, the evening star's image shines.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850), no title, appears in Gedichte, in 1. Erstes Buch, in Sehnsucht, in Schilflieder, no. 1
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Gelb rollt mir zu Füßen der brausende Kur, im tanzenden Wellengetriebe, hell lächelt die Sonne, mein Herz und die Flur, o wenn es doch immer so bliebe. Rot funkelt im Glas der kachetische Wein, es füllt mir das Glas meine Liebe, und ich saug' mit dem Wein ihre Blicke ein, o wenn es doch immer so bliebe. Die Sonne geht unter, schon dunkelt die Nacht, doch mein Herz, gleich dem Sterne der Liebe, flammt im tiefsten Dunkel, in hellster Pracht, o wenn es doch immer so bliebe. In das schwarze Meer deiner Augen rauscht, der reißende Strom meiner Liebe; komm, Mädchen, es dunkelt, und niemand lauscht, o wenn es doch immer so bliebe.
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- by Friedrich Martin von Bodenstedt (1819 - 1892), no title, appears in Die Lieder des Mirza-Schaffy, in Nachklänge aus der Schule der Weisheit, no. 1
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- a text in Azerbaijani (Azərbaycan dili) by Mirzə Şəfi Vazeh (1794 - 1852) [text unavailable]
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Golden swells at my feet the rushing Kura River In the dancing bustle of the waves, The sun smiles brightly, as do my heart and the meadow, Oh, that it would ever remain thus! The Kakhetian wine sparkles red in the glass, My glass is filled by my beloved, And with the wine I draw in her glances as well, Oh,that it would ever remain thus! The sun is sinking, already night is darkening, But my heart, like the star of love, Flames in the deepest darkness, in brightest splendour. Oh, that it would ever remain thus! Into the black sea of your eyes rushes The raging river of my love; Come, maiden, it is getting dark and no one is eavesdropping. Oh, that it would ever remain thus!
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2013 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 Friedrich Martin von Bodenstedt (1819 - 1892), no title, appears in Die Lieder des Mirza-Schaffy, in Nachklänge aus der Schule der Weisheit, no. 1
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- a text in Azerbaijani (Azərbaycan dili) by Mirzə Şəfi Vazeh (1794 - 1852) [text unavailable]
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Translated titles:
"Gelb rollt mir zu Füßen" = "Golden swells at my feet"
"O, wenn es doch immer so bliebe" = "Oh, that it would ever remain thus"
"Gelb rollt mir zu Füssen der brausende Kur" = "Golden swells at my feet the rushing Kura River"
"Lied des Mirza Schaffy" = "Song of Mirza Schaffy"
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Mond, der Hirt, lenkt seine Herde Einsam übern Wald herauf, Unten auf der stillen Erde Wacht verschwiegne Liebe auf. Fern vom Schlosse Glocken schlagen, Übern Wald her von der Höh' Bringt der Wind den Schall getragen, Und erschrocken lauscht das Reh. Nächtlich um dieselbe Stunde Hallet Hufschlag, schnaubt ein Roß, Macht ein Ritter seine Runde Schweigend um der Liebsten Schloß. Wenn die Morgensterne blinken, Totenbleich der Hirte wird, Und sie müssen all' versinken: Reiter, Herde und der Hirt.
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- by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), "Der stille Freier", appears in Gedichte, in 7. Romanzen
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Confirmed with Joseph Freiherrn von Eichendorff's sämtliche poetische Werke, dritte Auflage, Erster Band, Gedichte, C. F. Amelang's Verlag, Leipzig, 1883, page 328.
Moon, the shepherd, leads his flock alone up over the forest toward us; below, on the silent earth, concealed love awakens. Far away the bells of the castle ring; over the forest toward us from the heights the wind carries the sound, and the roe deer listens, terrified. Nightly at the same hour hoofs pound, a horse pants, a knight makes his circuit, unspeaking, around the beloved’s castle. When the morning star shines, the shepherd grows deathly pale, and they all fall away: knight, herd, and shepherd.
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Komm herbey, komm herbey, Tod! Und [versenk' in]1 Cypressen den Leib. Laß mich frey, laß mich frey, Noth! Mich erschlägt ein holdseliges Weib. [Mit Rosmarin mein Leichenhemd, O bestellt es! Ob Lieb' ans Herz mir tödtlich kömmt, Treu' hält es.]2 Keine Blum', keine Blum' süß, Sey gestreut auf den schwärzlichen Sarg. Keine Seel', keine Seel', grüß' Mein Gebein, wo die Erd' es verbarg. Um Ach und Weh zu wenden ab, [Bergt alleine Mich, wo kein Treuer wall' ans Grab,]3 Und weine.
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- by August Wilhelm Schlegel (1767 - 1845), no title
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- a text in English by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Twelfth Night: or, What You Will, Act II, scene 4
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with August Wilhelm Schlegel, Shakspeare's [sic] dramatische Werke , Zweyter Theil, Berlin: bei Johann Friedrich Unger, 1797, page 214.
1 D'Alquen: "begrab' "; Killmayer: "bedeck mit"; further changes for Killmayer's setting may exist not noted above.2 Loewe: "Mein Totenkleid mit Eibenblatt, o beeilt es! / Mein Todeslos, kein Treu'rer hat geteilt es."
3 Cornelius: "Bergt mich alleine / Da, wo kein Treuer wall' ans Grab"; D'Alquen: "bergt alleine/ mich, wo kein Treuer komm' ans Grab"; Loewe: "Laßt alleine / Mich ruh'n im Grab, kein Treuer komm' "
Come hither, come hither, death! And [sink my body into]1 cypresses, Release me, release me, misery! I am being slain by a lovely woman. [My shroud, with rosemary, Oh, trim it! Though love may come fatally to my heart, It shall keep faith.]2 No flower, no flower sweet Be strewn upon my black coffin. No soul, no soul is to greet My bones, where the earth has concealed them. To fend off doleful outcries, [Hide me]3 solely there Where no faithful one may [wander]4 to my grave And weep.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by August Wilhelm Schlegel (1767 - 1845), no title
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- a text in English by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Twelfth Night: or, What You Will, Act II, scene 4
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View original text (without footnotes)Translations of title(s):
"Aus was ihr wollt'" = "From "As You Like It"
"Des Narren Lied" = "The song of the fool"
"Komm herbei, komm herbei, Tod" = "Come hither, come hither, death!"
"Komm herbei Tod!" = "Come hither, death!"
"Lied des Narren" = "Song of the fool"
"Lied von Shakespeare" = "Song by Shakespeare"
"Süsser Tod" = "Sweet death"
"Zweites Lied des Narren" = "Second song of the fool"
2 Loewe: "My shroud, with yews, oh hasten! / My fatal lot, no faithful one has shared it."
3 Loewe: "Let me rest"
4 D'Alquen, Loewe: "come"
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[Noch eine Nachtigall,]1 so spät? Schon sind die Blüthen längst verweht, Der Sommer reift die Felder schon, Und noch ein Frühlingston? O Lenz, ward es dir offenbar, Daß ich noch sterbe dieses Jahr? Und riefest aus der Ferne du Noch einen Gruß mir zu? --
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- by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850), "Der Kranke im Garten", appears in Gedichte, in 2. Zweites Buch, in Vermischte Gedichte
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Nicolaus Lenau’s sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von G. Emil Barthel, Leipzig: Druck und Verlag von Philipp Reclam jun., [no year], page 234.
1 Hochberg: "Wie? Eine Nachtigall?"; further changes may exist not shown above.[A nightingale still,]1 so late? The blossoms have long since been scattered by the wind, Summer is already ripening the fields, And still a sound of springtime? Oh Spring, was it revealed to you That I would die this year yet? And from out of the distance did you Call a greeting to me once more?
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View original text (without footnotes)Translations of title(s):
"Ahnung" = "Premonition"
"Der Kranke im Garten" = "The ill one in the garden"
"Der letzte Gruß" = "The last greeting"
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Mir [träumte]1 von einem Königskind, Mit nassen, blassen Wangen; Wir sassen unter der grünen Lind' Und hielten uns liebeumfangen. "Ich will nicht deines Vaters Thron, Ich will nicht sein Scepter [von]2 Golde, Ich will nicht seine demantene Kron', Ich will dich selber, du Holde!" Das kann nicht sein, sprach sie zu mir, ich liege ja im Grabe, und nur des Nachts komm' ich zu dir, weil ich so lieb dich habe.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 41
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 146. Note: modern German would spell "Scepter" as "Zepter" (line 2-2).
1 Kern: "träumte einst"; further changes may exist not shown above.2 Weiss: "aus"
I dreamed of a king's daughter With wet, pale cheeks; We sat beneath the green linden And held each other, full of love. "I do not want your father's throne, I do not want his scepter of gold, I do not want his crown of diamonds -- I want you yourself, you lovely one!" It cannot be, she said to me : I lie in my grave, And only at night do I come to you, Because I love you so much.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2019 by Emily Ezust
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Weit in nebelgrauer Ferne Liegt mir das vergang'ne Glück, Nur an Einem schönen Sterne [Weilt mit]1 Liebe noch [der]2 Blick, Aber [wie des Sternes]3 Pracht [Ist es nur ein]4 Schein der Nacht. Deckte dir der lange Schlummer, Dir der Tod die Augen zu, Dich besäße [doch]5 mein Kummer, Meinem Herzen lebtest du. Aber ach! du lebst im Licht, Meiner Liebe lebst du nicht. Kann der Liebe süß Verlangen, Emma, kann's [vergänglich]6 seyn? Was dahin ist und vergangen, Emma, kann's die Liebe seyn? [Ihrer Flamme Himmelsglut, Stirbt sie, wie ein irdisch Gut?]7
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- by Friedrich von Schiller (1759 - 1805), "An Emma", written 1796, first published 1797
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Gedichte von Friederich Schiller, Erster Theil, Leipzig, 1800, bey Siegfried Lebrecht Crusius, page 300, and with Musen-Almanach für das Jahr 1798, herausgegeben von Schiller. Tübingen, in der J.G.Cottaischen Buchhandlung, pages 115-116.
1 Reinthaler: "Hängt mit", Wolf Ferrari: "Weilt voll"2 Krufft: "mein"
3 Reinthaler: "ach des Sternes"; Wolf Ferrari: "wie der Sternen"
4 Reinthaler: "Ist es nur wie"; Wolf Ferrari: "Bleibt es nur ein"
5 Wolf Ferrari: "noch"
6 Reinthaler: "die Liebe"
7 First edition (Schiller's Musen-Almanach), and Krufft: "Ob der Liebe Lust auch flieht,/ Ihre Pein doch nie verglüht."
Far in the misty grey distance lies my former luck; only on one fair star does my glance linger with love. But, like the splendor of a star, it is only the gleam of the night. Even when long sleep covered you and death closed your eyes, my woe still kept you alive, and you lived in my heart. But alas! you live in light, and you live no longer for my love. Can the sweet yearning of love, Emma, can it be ephemeral? What is gone and past, Emma, can it really be Love? Heavenly, glowing flame - does it die like an earthly thing?
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