English translation of Ali und Fatme

by Carl Loewe (1796 - 1869), "Ali und Fatme", op. 10 (Wanderbilder aus Arabien), Heft 2 no. 2 (1833), published 1834 [ voice and piano ]

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Er (Im Garten)
 Deine Stimme laß ertönen,
 Hohe Fürstin meiner Liebe,
 Deine Blicke laß mir leuchten,
 Blühend Licht der Sternennacht!

 Sang mir nicht der Kranz der Blumen:
 "Heut' auch will ich dich beglücken -- ?"
 Nieder sende deine Strahlen,
 Blühend Licht der Sternennacht!

 Einsam harr' ich deinen Schritten,
 Schweigend lausch' ich deinen Tönen;
 Deine Blicke laß mir leuchten,
 Blühend Licht der Sternennacht!

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Sie (Vom Balcone)
 Meinen Kranz hab' ich gesendet,
 Aber nicht, dich zu beglücken;
 Schweigend sollt' er dir verkünden
 Meiner Seele tiefen Schmerz.

 Unsre Roße stehn gesattelt,
 Fort nach Schiras eilt der Vater;
 Horch, er ruft! -- Von der Geliebten
 Nimm ein zitternd Lebewohl.

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Author(s): Heinrich Stieglitz (1801 - 1849)
He (In the garden)
Let your voice ring out,
Noble princess of my love,
Let your eyes shine on me,
Radiant light of the starry night!

Did not your wreath of flowers sing to me:
"This very day I will make you happy – ?"
Send down your rays,
Radiant light of the starry night!

All alone I await your footsteps,
Silently I listen for your tones;
Let your eyes shine on me,
Radiant light of the starry night!

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She (From the balcony)
I did send my wreath,
But not to make you happy;
Silently it should tell you of
The fearful grief in my soul.

Our horses stand saddled,
My father is hurrying away to Shiraz;
Listen, he's calling! – From your beloved
Take a trembling farewell.

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