English translations of Vier Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte, opus 37
by Constantin C. von Bach
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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 original text (without footnotes)Confirmed 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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Hör' ich das Liedchen klingen, Das einst die Liebste sang, [So will mir die Brust]1 zerspringen [Vor]2 wildem [Schmerzendrang.]3 [Es treibt mich]4 ein dunkles Sehnen Hinauf [zur]5 Waldeshöh', Dort löst sich auf in Tränen Mein übergroßes Weh'.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 40
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 145.
1 Meyerbeer: "Will mir das Herz"2 Schumann: "Von"
3 Franz, Hinrichs: "Schmerzensdrang"
4 Meyerbeer: "Mich treibt"
5 Hinrichs: "zu der"
I hear the dear song sounding That once my beloved sang. And my heart wants to burst so strongly From the savage pressure of pain. A dark longing is driving me Up into the heights of the woods Where in my tears can be dissolved My own colossal woe.
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Die Lotosblume ängstigt Sich vor der Sonne Pracht Und mit gesenktem Haupte Erwartet sie träumend die Nacht. Der Mond, [der]1 ist ihr Buhle Er weckt sie mit seinem Licht, Und ihm entschleiert sie freundlich Ihr [frommes]2 Blumengesicht, Sie blüht und glüht und leuchtet Und starret stumm in die Höh'; Sie duftet und weinet und zittert Vor Liebe und Liebesweh.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 10
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 119.
1 Loewe: "das"2 Franz: "holdes"
The lotus flower is anxious In the Sun's radiance, And with hanging head Waits, dreaming, for Night. The moon, who is her lover, Awakens her with his light, And for him she smilingly unveils Her innocent flower-face. She blooms and glows and gleams And gazes silently upwards; She sends forth fragrance, and weeps and trembles, With love and love's torment.
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Translation of title "Die Lotosblume" = "The lotus flower"This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Mir [träumte]1 von einem Königskind, Mit nassen, blassen Wangen; Wir sassen unter der grünen Lind' Und hielten uns liebeumfangen. "Ich will nicht deines Vaters Thron, Ich will nicht sein Scepter [von]2 Golde, Ich will nicht seine demantene Kron', Ich will dich selber, du Holde!" Das kann nicht sein, sprach sie zu mir, ich liege ja im Grabe, und nur des Nachts komm' ich zu dir, weil ich so lieb dich habe.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 41
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 146. Note: modern German would spell "Scepter" as "Zepter" (line 2-2).
1 Kern: "träumte einst"; further changes may exist not shown above.2 Weiss: "aus"
I dreamed of a king's daughter With wet, pale cheeks; We sat beneath the green linden And held each other, full of love. "I do not want your father's throne, I do not want his scepter of gold, I do not want his crown of diamonds -- I want you yourself, you lovely one!" It cannot be, she said to me : I lie in my grave, And only at night do I come to you, Because I love you so much.
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This text was added to the website: 2019-08-11
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