English translations of Sechs Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte, opus 17
by Ludwig Grünberger (1839 - 1896)
Warum sind [denn]1 die Rosen so blaß? O sprich mein Lieb warum? Warum sind denn im grünen Gras Die blauen Veilchen so stumm? Warum singt denn mit so kläglichem Laut, Die Lerche in der Luft? Warum steigt denn aus dem Balsamkraut Verwelkter Blütenduft? Warum scheint denn die Sonn' auf die Au, So kalt und verdrießlich herab? Warum ist denn die Erde so grau, Und öde wie ein Grab? Warum bin ich selbst so krank und so trüb? Mein liebes Liebchen sprich O sprich mein herzallerliebstes Lieb, Warum verließest du mich?
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 23
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 129.
1 Zenger: "doch"Why are the roses so pale? o speak, my love, why? Why in the green grass are the blue violets so silent? Why with such a lamenting voice does the lark sing in the sky? Why from the balsam weed does there rise the scent of wilting blossoms? Why does the sun shine down on the meadow, so coldly and morosely? Why is the earth so gray and desolate like a grave? Why am I myself so ill and dull? My lovely darling speak, O speak, my heart's most beloved love, why have you abandoned me?
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Ein [Fichtenbaum]1 steht einsam Im Norden auf kahler Höh'; Ihn schläfert; mit weißer Decke Umhüllen ihn Eis und Schnee. Er träumt von einer Palme, Die fern im Morgenland, Einsam und [schweigend]2 trauert Auf brennender Felsenwand.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 33
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 137.
1 Biegeleben: "Tannenbaum"; further changes may exist not shown above.2 Marx: "schweigsam"
A spruce-tree stands alone in the north, on the bare heights; it slumbers; in a white blanket it is surrounded by ice and snow. It dreams of a palm tree which, far-off in the land of the morning, grieves, alone and mute, on a burning, rocky wall.
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Ich hab' im [Traum]1 geweinet, Mir träumte, du lägest im Grab. Ich wachte auf, und die Träne Floß noch von der Wange herab. Ich hab' im [Traum]1 geweinet, Mir [träumt']2, du verließest mich. Ich wachte auf, [und ich weinte]3 Noch lange bitterlich. Ich hab' im [Traum]1 geweinet, Mir träumte, du [wär'st mir noch]4 gut. Ich wachte auf, und noch immer [Strömt meine Tränenflut]5.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 55
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 159.
1 Franz, Thuille: "Traume"2 Koch: "träumte"
3 Meyer: "und weinte"
4 Dahl: "wärest mir noch"; Loewe, Söderman: "bliebest mir"; Koch: "seist mir noch"; Meyer: "warst mir noch"; Thuille: "bliebst mir"
5 Meyer: "Strömt meiner Tränen Flut"
I wept in my dream - I dreamed you lay in a grave. I awoke, and my tears Still flowed down my cheeks. I wept in my dream - I dreamed you had abandoned me. I awoke and I cried Bitterly for a long while. I wept in my dream - I dreamed you were still good to me. I awoke, and still Streams my flood of tears.
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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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Und wüßten's die Blumen, die kleinen, Wie tief verwundet mein Herz, Sie würden mit mir weinen, Zu heilen meinen Schmerz. Und wüßten's die Nachtigallen, Wie ich so traurig und krank, Sie ließen fröhlich erschallen Erquickenden Gesang. Und wüßten sie mein Wehe, Die [goldnen]1 Sternelein, Sie kämen aus ihrer Höhe, Und sprächen Trost mir ein. [Die]2 alle können's nicht wissen, Nur [eine]3 kennt meinen Schmerz; [Sie]4 hat ja selbst zerrissen, Zerrissen mir das Herz.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 22
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 128.
Note: Christian Jost's setting begins "Zerrissen mir das Herz" (the last line) and then follows the rest of the text.
1 Jost, Schumann: "goldenen"2 André, Jost, Schumann: "Sie"
3 Hensel: "einer"
4 Hensel: "Er"
And if the blooms - the small ones - knew How deeply wounded is my heart, They would weep with me To heal my pain. And if the nightingales knew How sad and ill I am, They would let forth merrily A refreshing song. And if they knew my woe - The little golden stars - They would come down from their heights And speak their consolation to me. But all of them could not know this, Only one knows my pain; She herself has indeed torn, Torn my heart in two.
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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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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2019 by Emily Ezust
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