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Five songs by Rückert
Song Cycle by Gustav Mahler (1860 - 1911)
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Ich atmet' einen linden Duft! Im Zimmer stand Ein Zweig der Linde, Ein Angebinde Von lieber Hand. Wie lieblich war der Lindenduft! Wie lieblich ist der Lindenduft! Das Lindenreis Brachst du gelinde! Ich atme leis Im Duft der Linde Der Liebe linden Duft.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Friedrich Rückert (1788 - 1866), appears in Lyrische Gedichte, in 4. Haus und Jahr, in 4. Vierte Reihe. Lenz, in Mailieder, no. 42
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I breathed a gentle fragrance! In the room stood a sprig of linden, a gift from a dear hand. How lovely was the fragrance of linden! How lovely is the fragrance of linden! That twig of linden you broke off so gently! Softly I breathe in the fragrance of linden, the gentle fragrance of love.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Not Applicable [an adaptation]
Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Friedrich Rückert (1788 - 1866), appears in Lyrische Gedichte, in 4. Haus und Jahr, in 4. Vierte Reihe. Lenz, in Mailieder, no. 42
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Liebst du um Schönheit, O nicht mich liebe! Liebe die Sonne, Sie trägt ein gold'nes Haar! Liebst du um Jugend, O nicht mich liebe! Liebe den Frühling, Der jung ist jedes Jahr! Liebst du um Schätze, O nicht mich liebe. Liebe die Meerfrau, Sie hat viel Perlen klar. Liebst du um Liebe, O ja, mich liebe! Liebe mich immer, Dich lieb' ich immerdar.
Text Authorship:
- by Friedrich Rückert (1788 - 1866), no title, appears in Lyrische Gedichte, in 3. Liebesfrühling, in 4. Vierter Strauß. Wiedergewonnen [or Entfremdet], no. 40
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See also Louis-Alexandre Fortoul's Qu'aimes‑tu de moi ?, which seems to have been inspired by this poem.
If you love for beauty, Oh do not love me! Love the sun, It has gold hair! If you love for youth, Oh do not love me! Love the spring-time That is young each year! If you love for wealth, Oh do not love me! Love the mermaid, [Who]1 has many limpid pearls! If you love for love, Oh yes, love me! Love me forever; I will love you forevermore!
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2014 by Emily Ezust
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Friedrich Rückert (1788 - 1866), no title, appears in Lyrische Gedichte, in 3. Liebesfrühling, in 4. Vierter Strauß. Wiedergewonnen [or Entfremdet], no. 40
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Mahler, C. Schumann: "She"
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Word count: 70
Blicke mir nicht in die Lieder! Meine Augen schlag' ich nieder, Wie ertappt auf böser That; Selber darf ich nicht getrauen, Ihrem Wachsen zuzuschauen: Deine Neugier ist Verrath. Bienen, wenn sie Zellen bauen, Lassen auch nicht zu sich schauen, Schauen selber auch nicht zu. Wenn die reichen Honigwaben Sie zu Tag gefördert haben, Dann vor allen nasche du!
Text Authorship:
- by Friedrich Rückert (1788 - 1866), "Verbotener Blick", appears in Lyrische Gedichte, in 4. Haus und Jahr, in 1. Erste Reihe. Eigner Herd
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Look not into my songs! My eyes I lower, as if I've been caught in an evil deed. I can't even trust myself to watch them grow. Your curiosity is a betrayal! Bees, when they build their cells, also do not let anyone observe them; even themselves. When1 the rich honeycombs are brought out to the light of day, then you shall taste them before everyone else!
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Friedrich Rückert (1788 - 1866), "Verbotener Blick", appears in Lyrische Gedichte, in 4. Haus und Jahr, in 1. Erste Reihe. Eigner Herd
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Word count: 67
Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen, Mit der ich sonst viele Zeit verdorben, Sie hat so lange nichts von mir vernommen, Sie mag wohl glauben, ich sei gestorben. Es ist mir auch gar nichts daran gelegen, Ob sie mich für gestorben hält, Ich kann auch gar nichts sagen dagegen, Denn wirklich bin ich gestorben der Welt. Ich bin gestorben dem Weltgetümmel, Und ruh' in einem stillen Gebiet. Ich leb' allein in meinem Himmel, In meinem Lieben, in meinem Lied.
Text Authorship:
- by Friedrich Rückert (1788 - 1866), no title, appears in Lyrische Gedichte, in 3. Liebesfrühling, in 4. Vierter Strauß. Wiedergewonnen [or Entfremdet], no. 29
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I am lost to the world with which I used to waste so much time, It has heard nothing from me for so long that it may very well believe that I am dead! It is of no consequence to me Whether it thinks me dead; I cannot deny it, for I really am dead to the world. I am dead to the world's tumult, And I rest in a quiet realm! I live alone in my heaven, In my love and in my song.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Friedrich Rückert (1788 - 1866), no title, appears in Lyrische Gedichte, in 3. Liebesfrühling, in 4. Vierter Strauß. Wiedergewonnen [or Entfremdet], no. 29
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Line count: 12
Word count: 85
Um Mitternacht Hab' ich gewacht Und aufgeblickt zum Himmel; Kein Stern vom Sterngewimmel Hat mir gelacht Um Mitternacht. Um Mitternacht Hab' ich gedacht Hinaus in dunkle Schranken. Es hat kein Lichtgedanken Mir Trost gebracht Um Mitternacht. Um Mitternacht Nahm ich in Acht Die Schläge meines Herzens; Ein einz'ger Puls des Schmerzens War angefacht Um Mitternacht. Um Mitternacht Kämpft' ich die Schlacht, O Menschheit, deiner Leiden; Nicht konnt' ich sie entscheiden Mit meiner Macht Um Mitternacht. Um Mitternacht Hab' ich die Macht In deine Hand gegeben! Herr über Tod und Leben Du hältst die Wacht Um Mitternacht!
At midnight I awoke and gazed up to heaven; No star in the entire mass did smile down at me at midnight. At midnight I projected my thoughts out past the dark barriers. No thought of light brought me comfort at midnight. At midnight I paid close attention to the beating of my heart; One single pulse of agony flared up at midnight. At midnight I fought the battle, o Mankind, of your suffering; I could not decide it with my strength at midnight. At midnight I surrendered my strength into your hands! Lord! over death and life You keep watch at midnight!
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Friedrich Rückert (1788 - 1866), "Mitternacht"
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Line count: 30
Word count: 103