English translations of Six Songs by Heinrich Heine, opus 1
by Louis Lavater (1867 - 1953)
Ich wollte, meine Lieder Das wären Blümelein: Ich schickte sie zu riechen Der Herzallerliebsten mein. Ich wollte, meine Lieder Das wären Küsse fein: Ich schickt sie heimlich alle Nach Liebchens Wängelein. Ich wollte, meine Lieder Das wären Erbsen klein: Ich kocht eine Erbsensuppe, Die sollte köstlich sein.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), appears in Nachgelesene Gedichte 1812-1827, no. 46
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Im wunderschönen Monat Mai, Als alle Knospen sprangen, 1 Da [ist]2 in meinem Herzen Die Liebe aufgegangen. Im wunderschönen Monat Mai, Als alle Vögel sangen, 3 Da hab' ich ihr gestanden Mein Sehnen und Verlangen.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 1
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View text without footnotesConfirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 112.
1 Lachner adds: "Geweckt von süssen Schmerzen, / Von Sehnsucht sanft umfangen,"2 Ender: "ist auch"
3 Lachner adds: "Die Blüten sich umwanden, / Die Zweige sich umschlangen,"
In the wonderfully beautiful month of May When all the buds are bursting open, There, from my own heart, Bursts forth my own love. In the wonderfully beautiful month of May When all the birds are singing, So have I confessed to her My yearning and my longing.
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Thou'rt like a tender blossom
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Du bist wie eine [Blume]1 [So hold und schön und rein;]2 Ich [schau']3 dich an, und Wehmut Schleicht mir ins Herz hinein. Mir ist, als [ob ich]4 die Hände Aufs Haupt [dir]5 legen sollt', [Betend]6, daß [Gott dich]7 erhalte [So rein und schön und hold]8.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 47, first published 1825
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View text without footnotesConfirmed with: Heinrich Heine’s sämtliche Werke in vier Bänden, herausgegeben von Otto F. Lachmann, Erster Band, Leipzig: Druck und Verlag von Philipp Reclam jun, [1887], page 136.
1 Hamma: "Blüthe"2 Ander: "So schön, so rein und hold"; Chadwick: "So schön, so hold, so rein"; Mayer: "So hold, so schön und rein"; Becker, Thuille: "So hold, so schön, so rein"; Unger: "So rein so schön und hold"; Schleinizt: "So schön und hold und rein"
3 Becker: "seh'"
4 Hinrichs: "ob"
5 Hinrichs: "ich dir"
6 Dreyschock: "und beten"
7 Liszt: "dich Gott"
8 Ander: "So hold und schön und rein"; Chadwick, Thuille: "So schön, so hold, so rein"; Mayer: "So rein, so schön und hold"; Becker: "So rein, so schön, so hold"
Thou art, as is a flower, so meek and pure and fine, I look at thee and sadness steals o'er the heart of mine. I feel that both my hands softly thy hair, thy head should seek, praying that God may preserve thee so pure and fine and meek.
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Aus den Himmelsaugen droben Fallen zitternd [goldne]1 Funken Durch die Nacht, und meine Seele Dehnt sich liebeweit und weiter. O ihr Himmelsaugen droben! Weint euch aus in meine Seele, Daß von [lichten]2 Sternentränen Überfließet meine Seele.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Nordsee, in Erster Zyklus, in 7. Nachts in der Kajüte, no. 3
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View text without footnotes1 Franz: "lichte"
2 Franz: "lieben"
From heaven's eyes above fall trembling sparks of light through the night, and my soul stretches itself loving-far and further. O you heavenly eyes above! Cry yourselves out into my soul, This weeping star-light overflows my soul.
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Aus alten Märchen winkt es Hervor mit weißer Hand, Da singt es und da klingt es Von einem Zauberland; Wo bunte Blumen blühen Im gold'nen Abendlicht, Und lieblich duftend glühen, Mit bräutlichem Gesicht; Und grüne Bäume singen Uralte Melodei'n, Die Lüfte heimlich klingen, Und Vögel schmettern drein; Und Nebelbilder steigen Wohl aus der Erd' hervor, Und tanzen [luft'gen]1 Reigen Im wunderlichen Chor; Und blaue Funken brennen [An]2 jedem Blatt und Reis, Und rote Lichter [rennen]3 Im irren, wirren Kreis; Und laute Quellen brechen Aus wildem Marmorstein. Und seltsam in den Bächen Strahlt fort der Widerschein. Ach, könnt' ich dorthin kommen, Und dort mein Herz erfreu'n, Und aller Qual entnommen, Und frei und selig sein! Ach! jenes Land der Wonne, Das seh' ich oft im Traum, Doch kommt die Morgensonne, Zerfließt's wie eitel Schaum.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 43
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View text without footnotesConfirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 148. Note: this is the original version. Later editions had many changes.
1 Grill: "lust'gen" (typo?)2 Grill: "Auf"
3 Grill: "brennen"
From old fairy tales beckons To me a white hand, Where there is a singing and sounding Of a magical land, Where multicolored flowers bloom In golden twilight, And glow lovely and fragrant With their bridal visage, And where green trees sing Primeval melodies; Where breezes sound secretly, And birds warble, And mist-figures rise From the earth And dance airy round-dances In an odd chorus, And blue sparks burn On every leaf and twig, And red lights run In a mad, chaotic circle, And loud springs break Out of wild marble stone, And in the streams--oddly-- Shine forth the reflections. Ah! If I could enter there And indulge my heart And give up my agony And be free and holy! Ah! This is the land of bliss That I see so often in a dream, But when the morning sun comes, It melts like mere froth.
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