English translations of Vier Lieder von Joseph von Eichendorff, opus 37

by Georg Haeser (1865 - 1945)

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1. Hochzeitsritt  [sung text not yet checked]
by Georg Haeser (1865 - 1945), "Hochzeitsritt", op. 37 (Vier Lieder von Joseph von Eichendorff) no. 1, published [192-?] [ voice and piano ; or men's chorus ; or mixed chorus ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Von allen Bergen nieder
So fröhlich Grüßen schallt -
Das ist der Frühling wieder,
Der ruft zum grünen Wald!

Ein Liedchen ist erklungen
Herauf zum stillen Schloß -
Dein Liebster hat's gesungen
Der hebt Dich auf sein Roß.

Wir reiten so geschwinde,
Von allen Menschen weit. -
Da rauscht die Luft so linde
In Waldeseinsamkeit.

Wohin? Im Mondenschimmer
So bleich der Wald schon steht. -
Leis rauscht die Nacht - frag' nimmer,
Wo Lieb' zu Ende geht!

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by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857)
1. The bridegroom
Language: English 
Down from all the mountaintops
Sound such happy greetings -
It is the return of spring
That calls to the green forest! 

A little song rang out
Up to the quiet castle -
Your beloved has sung it,
And he lifts you upon his steed. 

We ride so swiftly
Far away from all the people. -
The air rustles so gently
In the solitude of the forest. 

To where?  In the moonlight
The forest is already pale. -
The night murmurs softly - do not ask
Where love goes to its end!

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2. Der Soldat  [sung text not yet checked]
by Georg Haeser (1865 - 1945), "Der Soldat", op. 37 (Vier Lieder von Joseph von Eichendorff) no. 2, published [192-?] [ voice and piano ; or men's chorus ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
  Ist [auch]1 schmuck nicht mein Rößlein,
So [ist's]2 doch [recht]1 klug,
Trägt im Finstern zu 'nem Schlößlein
Mich rasch noch genug.

  Ist das Schloß auch nicht prächtig,
[Zum Garten aus]3 der Thür
Tritt ein [Mädchen doch]4 allnächtig
Dort freundlich herfür.

  Und ist auch [die]5 Kleine
[Nicht die Schönst']6 auf der Welt,
So gibt's doch [just]7 Keine,
Die [mir besser]8 gefällt.

  Und spricht sie vom Freien:
So schwing' ich mich [auf mein]9 Roß --
Ich bleibe [im]10 Freien,
Und sie auf dem Schloß.

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Confirmed with Joseph Freiherrn von Eichendorff's sämmtliche Werke, Zweite Auflage, Erster Band, Biographische Einleitung und Gedichte, Leipzig: Voigt & Günther, 1864, page 246.

1 omitted by B. Walter
2 Wallnöfer: "ist es"
3 B. Walter: "Aus dem Garten vor"
4 Sommer: "Mädchen"
5 Wallnöfer: "meine"
6 Wallnöfer: "Die Schönst' nicht"
7 Wallnöfer: "sicherlich"
8 Wallnöfer: "besser mir"
9 Wallnöfer: "aufs"
10 Wallnöfer: "fern im"

by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857)
2. The soldier
Language: English 
 Although my horse may not look so handsome,
 he is actually quite clever,
 and will carry me through the dark to a certain little castle
 quickly enough.
 
 Although the castle is not very splendid,
 out of her door and into the garden 
 steps a maiden who, all night,
 will be friendly to me.
 
 And although this small girl
 is not the fairest in the world,
 there is still no other
 that I like better.
 
 But if she speaks of marriage,
 I'll leap onto my horse -
 I'll stay free
 and she'll stay at the castle.

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3. Wandernde Musikanten  [sung text not yet checked]
by Georg Haeser (1865 - 1945), "Wandernde Musikanten", op. 37 (Vier Lieder von Joseph von Eichendorff) no. 3, published [192-?] [ voice and piano ; or mixed chorus ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
  Durch Feld und Buchenhallen, 
Bald singend, bald fröhlich still, 
Recht lustig sei vor allen, 
Wer's Reisen wählen will. 

  Wenn's kaum im Osten glühte, 
Die Welt noch still und weit:
Da weht recht durchs Gemüte 
Die schöne Blütenzeit!

  Der Lerch' als Morgenbote 
Sich in die Lüfte schwingt, 
Eine frische Reisenote 
Durch Wald und Herz erklingt.

  O Lust, vom Berg zu schauen 
Weit über Wald und Strom, 
Hoch über sich den blauen 
[Tiefklaren]1 Himmelsdom !2 

  Vom Berge [Vöglein]3 fliegen 
Und Wolken so geschwind, 
Gedanken überfliegen 
Die Vögel und den Wind[.]

  Die Wolken ziehn hernieder, 
Das Vöglein senkt sich gleich, 
Gedanken gehn und Lieder 
[Fort bis ins]4 Himmelreich.

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Confirmed with Gedichte von Joseph Freiherrn von Eichendorff, Halle an der Saale: Druck und Verlag von Otto Hendel, [no year], pages 8-9.

1 Hensel: "den klaren"
2 Hensel adds: " Hoch über sich den blauen/ tiefklaren Himmelsdom!"
3 Hensel: "Vögel"
4 Hensel: "bis in das"

by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857)
3.
Language: English 
Through field and beech-forest,
singing anon, then cheerfully quiet,
happiness is everywhere,
what harmonious travel.

When light hardly glows in the east,
the wide world is still:
then there wafts through nature
the beautiful blossom-time!

The lark announces the morning
launching itself into the clear air,
a fresh travel song
sounds through heart and forest.

O joy, to look from the mountain,
far over forest and stream,
high above is the deep blue
of heaven's cathedral!

Fly little bird from the mountain
and clouds so swiftly,
Thoughts fly with
the birds and the wind.

The clouds flow down,
the little bird swoops down also,
Thought and song fly
away into the heavens.

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4. Der wandernde Student  [sung text not yet checked]
by Georg Haeser (1865 - 1945), "Der wandernde Student", op. 37 (Vier Lieder von Joseph von Eichendorff) no. 4, published [192-?] [ voice and piano ; or men's chorus ; or mixed chorus ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Bei dem angenehmsten Wetter
singen alle Vogelein,
klatscht der Regen auf die Blätter,
sing ich so für mich allein.

Denn mein Aug' kann nichts entdecken,
wenn der Blitz auch grausam glüht,
was im Wandern könnt' erschrecken
ein zufriedenes Gemüt.

Frei vom Mammon will ich schreiten
auf dem Feld der Wissenschaft,
sinne ernst und nehm' zu Zeiten 
einen Mund voll Rebensaft.

Bin ich müde vom Studieren,
wann der Mond tritt sanft herfür,
pfleg' ich dann zu musizieren 
vor der Allerschönsten Tür.

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by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857)
4. The scholar
Language: English 
In the most pleasant weather
all the little birds sing,
but when the rain is slapping the leaves,
I sing alone and for myself.

For my eyes can discover nothing,
when lightning flashes so cruelly,
that could appall in its travel
a truly contented mind.

Free from Mammon will I walk
on the fields of knowledge,
thinking seriously and taking, time to time,
a mouth full of grapejuice. 

When I grow weary of study,
when the moon steps softly out,
I'll go to make music
in front of my beloved's door.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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