English translations of Zwei Mörike-Liede, opus 66
by Wolfgang Weller (b. 1955)
1. An eine Äolsharfe [sung text not yet checked]
by Wolfgang Weller (b. 1955), "An eine Äolsharfe", op. 66 (Zwei Mörike-Liede) no. 1 (2003/4), published 2004 [ low voice and piano ]
Language: German (Deutsch)
Angelehnt an die Efeuwand Dieser alten Terrasse, Du, einer luftgebor'nen Muse Geheimnisvolles Saitenspiel, Fang' an, Fange wieder an Deine melodische Klage! Ihr kommet, Winde, fern herüber, Ach! von des Knaben, Der mir so lieb war, Frischgrünendem Hügel. Und Frühlingsblüten [unterwegs]1 streifend, Übersättigt mit Wohlgerüchen, Wie süß, wie süß bedrängt ihr dies Herz! Und säuselt her in die Saiten, Angezogen von wohllautender Wehmut, Wachsend im Zug meiner Sehnsucht, Und hinsterbend wieder. Aber auf einmal, Wie der Wind heftiger herstößt, Ein holder Schrei der Harfe Wiederholt mir zu süßem Erschrecken Meiner Seele plötzliche Regung, Und hier, die volle Rose streut geschüttelt All' ihre Blätter vor meine Füße!
Text Authorship:
- by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), from Gedichtsammlung, first published 1838
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Brahms: "unterweges"
Note: the poem is preceded by a quotation from Horace:
Tu semper urges fleblilibus modis
Mysten ademptum: nec tibi Vespere
Surgente decedunt amores,
Nec rapidum fugiente Solem.
by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875)
1. To an aeolian harp
Language: English
Leaning up against the ivy-covered wall Of this old terrace, You, an air-borne muse, A lute-melody full of mystery, Begin, Begin again, Your melodious lament! You come, winds, from far away, Ah! from the boy Who was so dear to me, From his hill so freshly green. On your way, streaking over spring blossoms Saturated with sweet scents, How sweetly, how sweetly you besiege my heart! You rustle the strings here, Drawn by harmonious melancholy, Growing louder in the pull of my longing, And then dying down again. But all at once, The wind blows violently And a lovely cry of the harp Echoes, to my sweet terror, The sudden stirring of my soul, And here, the ample rose shakes and strews All its petals at my feet!
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), from Gedichtsammlung, first published 1838
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Line count: 25
Word count: 128
Translation © by Emily Ezust
2. Auf einem Klavierspieler [sung text not yet checked]
by Wolfgang Weller (b. 1955), "Auf einem Klavierspieler", op. 66 (Zwei Mörike-Liede) no. 2 (2003/4), published 2004 [ low voice and piano ]
Language: German (Deutsch)
Hört ihn und seht sein dürftig Instrument! Die alte, klepperdürre Mähre, An der ihr jede Rippe zählen könnt, Verwandelt sich im Griffe dieses Knaben Zu einem Pferd von wilder, edler Art, Das in Arabiens Glut geboren ward! Es will nicht Zeug, noch Zügel haben, Es bäumt den Leib, zeigt wiehernd seine Zähne, Dann schüttelt sich die weiße Mähne, Wie Schaum des Meers zum Himmel spritzt, Bis ihm, besiegt von dem gelaßnen Reiter, Im Aug die bittre Träne blitzt - O horch! nun tanzt es sanft auf goldner Töne Leiter!
Text Authorship:
- by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Auf einen Klavierspieler"
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by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875)
2. On a pianist
Language: English
Hear him and see his wretched instrument! The old, emaciated mare, Whose every rib you can count, Under the hands of this boy transforms itself Into a horse of wild, noble lineage That was born in Arabia's searing heat! It eschews bridle or reins, It rears up [and], neighing, bares its teeth, Then it shakes its white mane Like the foam of the sea that sprays up toward the sky, Until, conquered by the unruffled rider, A bitter tear shines in his eye - Oh listen! now it is dancing softly on the golden scale!
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