English translations of Sechs Gesänge für S., A., T. und B., opus 15
by Anton Urspruch (1850 - 1907)
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Die Höh'n und Wälder [schon]1 steigen Immer tiefer in's Abendgold; Ein Vöglein [frägt]2 in den Zweigen Ob es Liebchen grüssen sollt'? O Vöglein, du hast dich betrogen, Sie wohnet nicht mehr im Tal, Schwing' [auf dich]3 zum Himmelsbogen, Grüss' sie droben zum letztenmal.
Text Authorship:
- by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), "Gute Nacht", appears in Gedichte, in 5. Totenopfer
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View original text (without footnotes)1 omitted by Zemlinsky.
2 Franz: "fragt" (typo?)
3 Randhartinger: "dich auf"
The heights and forests already climb Ever deeper into the evening gold; A little bird asks in the branches Whether it should greet [its] sweetheart? Oh little bird, you have deceived yourself, She lives no more in the valley, Soar upon heaven’s vault, Greet her up there [for the] last time.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), "Gute Nacht", appears in Gedichte, in 5. Totenopfer
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"Gut' Nacht" = "Good night"
"Die Höh'n und Wälder schon steigen" = "The heights and forests already climb"
"Gute Nacht" = "Good night"
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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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Cupido, loser, eigensinniger Knabe! Du batst mich um Quartier auf einige Stunden. Wie viele Tag und Nächte bist du geblieben! Und bist nun herrisch und Meister im Hause geworden! Von meinem breiten Lager bin ich vertrieben; Nun sitz ich an der Erde, Nächte gequälet; Dein Mutwill schüret Flamm auf Flamme des Herdes, Verbrennet den Vorrat des Winters und senget mich Armen. Du hast mir mein Geräte verstellt und verschoben; Ich such und bin wie blind und irre geworden. Du lärmst so ungeschickt; ich fürchte, das Seelchen Entflieht, um dir zu entfliehn, und räumet die Hütte.
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- by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832), no title, appears in Claudine von Villa Bella
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Cupid, mischievous, capricious boy! You asked me to give you shelter for a few hours. But how many days and nights you have remained! And now you've become imperious as if you were the master of the house! I have been ousted from my broad bed; I sit now upon the earth, passing my nights in torment; in your audacity, you stoke flame upon flame in the hearth, burning up my store for winter and singing me on the arm. You have hidden and displaced my belongings; I search and it's as if I've gone blind or insane. You make such blundering noise that I fear that my little soul will flee, and in order to escape you, will move out of the hut entirely!
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Der Franz läßt dich grüßen Gar hoch und gar fest, Vom Palmbaum hoch sprießen Gar vielerlei Äst. Mit grünblauer Seiden Ein Kränzlein hängt dran, Drum sollt du wohl meiden Ein anderen Mann. Ja Mädel, sein Lieben Nimmt sonst mal ein End, Wie Röslein da drüben, Die Reif hat verbrennt. Im Tal liegt noch Nebel, Die Alpen sind klar, Doch wird er bald sehen, Was unten ist wahr. Er sieht wohl die Schwalben, Sie ziehen dann nieder Die Küh von den Alpen, Sie kommen auch wieder. Jezt klingeln sie, grüßen, Sie haben gut Haus, Viel Brünnlein drin fließen, Ein Golddach ist drauf. Das Haus ist ganz offen, Kein Ringel dafür, Der Franz tut wohl hoffen, Du klopfst an die Tür. Am buxbaumern Tischlein, Drauf stehn zwei Glas Wein; Er schenkt klaren Wein ein, Er saget was fein. Er redet was wahr ist, Er trinket was klar ist, Er liebet was fein ist: Lieb Mädel er grüßt dich.
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- from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , appears in Des Knaben Wunderhorn
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[Uf'm]1 Bergli Bin i [gesässe]2, Ha de Vögle Zugeschaut; Hänt gesunge, Hänt gesprunge, Hänts Nästli Gebaut. In ä Garte Bin i [gestande]3, Ha de Imbli Zugeschaut; Hänt gebrummet, Hänt gesummet, [Hänt]4 Zelli Gebaut. Uf [d' Wiese]5 Bin i gange, [Lugt'i]6 Summer- vögle a; Hänt gesoge, Hänt gefloge, Gar [z'schön hänt's]7 Gethan. Und da kummt nu [Der Hansel]8, Und da zeig i Em froh, Wie sie's [mache]9, Und mer [lache]10 Und [mache's]11 Au so.
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- by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832), "Schweizerlied", written 1811, first published 1815
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Goethe's Werke. Vollständige Ausgabe letzter Hand. Erster Band. Stuttgart und Tübingen, in der J.G.Cotta'schen Buchhandlung. 1827, pages 169-170; with Goethe's Werke. Erster Band. Stuttgart und Tübingen, in der J. G. Cotta'schen Buchhandlung. 1815, pages 155-156; and with Goethe's Werke. Erster Band. Original-Ausgabe. Wien, 1816. Bey Chr. Kaulfuß und C. Armbruster. Stuttgart. In der J. G. Cotta'schen Buchhandlung. Gedruckt bey Anton Strauß, pages 170-171.
1 Reichardt: "An ä"2 Schubert: "gsässe"
3 Becker: "g'stande"; Schubert: "gstande"
4 Becker: "Hänt's"
5 Becker: "de Wiese"; Hiller: "di Wiese"
6 Becker: "Lug di"
7 Goethe (Wien 1816 edition): "zu schön hänt s'"; Schubert (Neue Gesamtausgabe): "zur schön hänts"
8 Becker: "Au der Liebste"
9 Goethe (1815 and 1816 edition), Schubert: "machen"
10 Goethe (1815 and 1816 edition), Schubert: "lachen"
11 Goethe (1815 and 1816 edition): "machen's"; Schubert: "machens"
On the hillside I sat, Watching the birds; They sang, they jumped; They built nests. In the garden I stood, Watching the bees; They hummed, they buzzed, They built their hive.
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- Translation from Swiss German (Schwizerdütsch) to English copyright © 2007 by Thomas A. Gregg, (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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Der Holdseligen Sonder Wank Sing' ich fröhlichen Minnesang; Denn die [Reine]1, Die ich meine, Winkt mir lieblichen Habedank. Ach! bin inniglich Minnewund! Gar zu minniglich [Dankt]2 ihr Mund; Lacht so grüsslich, Lockt so küsslich, Daß mir's bebt in des Herzens Grund! Gleich der sonnigen Veilchenau' Glänzt der Wonnigen Augen Blau; Frisch und ründchen Blüht ihr Mündchen, Gleich der knospenden Ros' im Thau. Ihrer Wängelein Lichtes Roth Hat kein Engelein, [So mir]3 Gott ! Eia, säß' ich Unablässig Bei der Preißlichen bis zum Tod!
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- by Johann Heinrich Voss (1751 - 1826), "Minnelied", written 1773, appears in Oden und Lieder
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Sämmtliche poetische Werke von Johann Heinrich Voss, ed. by Abraham Voss, Leipzig, Immanuel Müller, 1835, page 153.
1 Reissiger: "Eine"2 Brahms: "küsst"
3 Reissiger: "Hat nur"
To the most graceful one without doubt I sing a cheerful love song, since the pure woman I love waves and bids me a charming "Have thanks." Alas, my heart is sick with love! She inspires my love with her words of thanks! She greets me with her smiles, attracts me with kisses, so that I am thrilled with joy from the bottom of my heart. As bright as the violets on a sunlit meadow is the blue sparkling out of my delight's eyes. Her little mouth blooms fresh and round like an unfolding rosebud wet with dew. Her cheeks are of a rosy hue not even an angel has, Heaven knows! If only I could keep sitting next to the praised one until I die.
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Translation of title "Minnelied" = "Love song"This text was added to the website: 2006-03-20
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