English translation of Abendlied

by Anna Bochkoltz-Falconi (1820 - 1879), "Abendlied" [ voice and piano ]

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Drüben geht die Sonne scheiden,
Und der müde Tag entschlief.
Niederhangen hier die Weiden
In den Teich, so still, so tief.

Und ich muß mein Liebstes meiden:
Quill, o Thräne, quill hervor!
Traurig säuseln hier die Weiden,
Und im Winde bebt das Rohr.

In mein tiefes, stilles Leiden
Strahlst du, Ferne! hell und mild,
Wie durch Binsen hier und Weiden
Strahlt des Abendsternes Bild.

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Confirmed with Nicolaus Lenau’s sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von G. Emil Barthel, Leipzig: Druck und Verlag von Philipp Reclam jun., [no year], page 13.


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Weinend muß mein Blick sich senken;
Durch die tiefste Seele geht
Mir ein süßes Deingedenken,
Wie ein stilles Nachtgebet.

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Author(s): Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850)
The sun is sinking over there,
and the weary day has fallen asleep.
The willows here hang down
into the pond, so still, so deep.

And I must part from my dearest;
well up, 0 tears, well up within me!
The willows rustle mournfully here,
and the reed trembles in the wind.

Into my silent, deep sorrow,
Shine, distance! bright and mild -
just as, through weeds and willows here,
the evening star's image shines.

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 Weeping, I must lower my gaze;
 through the depths of my soul pass
 sweet thoughts of you,
 like a quiet night prayer.

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