English translations of Acht Gesänge, opus 12
by Robert Emmerich (1836 - 1891)
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[Frühling]1 läßt sein blaues Band Wieder flattern durch die Lüfte; Süße, wohlbekannte Düfte Streifen ahnungsvoll das Land. Veilchen träumen schon, Wollen balde kommen. -- Horch, [von fern ein leiser]2 Harfenton! Frühling, ja du bist's! Dich hab' ich vernommen!
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- by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Er ist's"
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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 42.
1 Eitner: "Der Frühling"; further changes may exist not shown above.2 Louis Ferdinand: "von fern her leiser"; Schumann: "ein"
Spring lets its blue ribbon flutter again in the breeze; a sweet, familiar scent sweeps with promise through the land. Violets are already dreaming, and will soon arrive. Hark! In the distance - a soft harp tone! Spring, yes it is you! It is you that I have heard!
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Er ist's"
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Der Himmel wölbt sich [rein]1 und blau, Der Reif stellt Blumen [aus]2 zur Schau. Am Fenster [prangt ein flimmernder Flor]3. Ein Jüngling [steht, ihn betrachtend, davor]4. Und hinter den Blumen [blühet]5 noch gar Ein blaues, ein lächelndes Augenpaar. Märzveilchen, [wie jener noch keine gesehn! Der Reif wird angehaucht zergehn]6. Eisblumen fangen zu schmelzen an, [Und]7 Gott sei gnädig dem jungen Mann!
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- by Adelbert von Chamisso (1781 - 1838), "Märzveilchen", appears in Lieder und lyrisch epische Gedichte, in Nach dem Dänischen von Andersen, no. 1
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- a text in Danish (Dansk) by Hans Christian Andersen (1805 - 1875), "Martsviolerne"
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Gade: "so rein"
2 Gade: "von Eis"
3 Gade: "pranget der Winterflor"
4 Gade: "steht und sinnt davor"
5 Gade: "blüht"
6 Gade: "wie sie da blühend stehn,/ so hat man Veilchen noch nie gesehn."
7 omitted by Gade.
The heavens arch above, [pure]1 and blue, and the frost exhibits its [flowers]2. The window is sparkling with [shimmering]3 flora. A young man is standing in front, [gazing]4 intently. And behind the flowers there blossoms a pair of laughing blue eyes. March violets, [like nothing ever seen before! The frost will dissolve with one breath!]5 Frosted flowers now begin to melt, [and]6 God, be lenient with this young man.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Adelbert von Chamisso (1781 - 1838), "Märzveilchen", appears in Lieder und lyrisch epische Gedichte, in Nach dem Dänischen von Andersen, no. 1
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- a text in Danish (Dansk) by Hans Christian Andersen (1805 - 1875), "Martsviolerne"
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View original text (without footnotes)Note: changed second line on Sep 8, 2018 thanks to a suggestion by Richard Mix.
1 Gade: "so pure"2 Gade: "flowers of ice"
3 Gade: "winter"
4 Gade: "thinking"
5 Gade: "as they flourish there, nobody has ever yet seen such violets."
6 omitted by Gade.
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In meiner Erinnrung erblühen Die Bilder, die längst verwittert - Was ist in deiner Stimme, Das mich so tief erschüttert? Sag nicht, daß du mich liebst! Ich weiß, das Schönste auf Erden, Der Frühling und die Liebe, Es muß zuschanden werden. Sag nicht, daß du mich liebst! Und küsse nur und schweige, Und lächle, wenn ich dir morgen Die welken Rosen zeige.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Neuer Frühling, no. 30
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In my memory, images yet bloom That have long since weathered away -- What is it in your voice That stirs me so deeply? Do not say that you love me! I know the most beautiful things on earth, Spring and Love, Must eventually come to naught. Do not say that you love me! And just kiss and remain silent, And smile, when tomorrow I show you the wilted roses.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2011 by Michael P Rosewall, (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 Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Neuer Frühling, no. 30
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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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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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So wundersüß hab' ich geträumt zur Nacht, Und kann mich doch des Traums nicht mehr entsinnen; Doch fühl' ich noch erwacht Ein sanftes Feuer durch die Brust mir rinnen, Das fröhlich mich zu jedem Werke macht. Gewiß, das ist dein lieber Wille, Das ist dein Gruß, du hast aus deiner Stille In roter Frühe zu mir hergedacht.
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- by Emanuel von Geibel (1815 - 1884), no title, appears in Ada : Tagebuchblätter
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Weißt du noch, wie ich am [Felsen]1 Bei den Veilchen dich belauschte? Weißt du noch den Fliederstrauch, Wo der Strom vorüber rauschte? Weißt du noch den Bergespfad, Wo ich um den Strauß dich bat, Weißt du noch? Ach, es war ein süßes Bild, Als du da errötend standest Und zur Erde all die Blumen Fielen, die zum Strauß du [wandest]2! Deine liebe kleine Hand Spielte mit dem blauen Band, Weißt du noch? Und es sahen Fels und Strom Dein Erröten und dein Beben, Sahen auch den ersten Kuß, Halb genommen, halb gegeben! Und des Himmels goldner Strahl Ueberflog Gebirg und Thal; Weißt du noch?
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- by Otto Roquette (1824 - 1896), "Weißt du noch?"
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Otto Roquette, Liederbuch, Stuttgart und Tübingen: J.G. Cotta’scher Verlag, 1852, pages 57-58
1 Abt, Fischer, Fischhof, Lammers, Pauls: "Fels" (according to Hofmeister) ; further changes may exist not shown above.2 Blumenthal: "bandest"
Do you still remember, how at the rock By the violets I eavesdropped on you? Do you still remember the lilac bush Where the river rushed past? Do you still remember the mountain path Where I asked you for your bouquet, Do you still remember? Ah, it was a sweet image When you stood there blushing And all the flowers fell to earth, [The flowers] that you were [twining]1 into a bouquet! Your dear little hand Played with the blue ribbon, Do you still remember? And the rocks and river saw Your blushing and your trembling, Saw, too, the first kiss, Half taken, half given! And the golden beam from heaven Skimmed over mountain and valley; Do you still remember?
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2018 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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View original text (without footnotes)Translations of title(s):
"Weißt du noch?" = "Do you still remember?"
"Weisst du noch wie ich am Fels" = "Do you still remember, how I at the rock"
"Weisst du noch, wie ich am Felsen" = "Do you still remember, how I at the rock"
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