Twelve Songs

Song Cycle by Robert Schumann (1810 - 1856)

Word count: 1221
Original language: Zwölf Gedichte von Justinus Kerner
1. Lust der Sturmnacht [sung text checked 1 time]
[Wenn]1 durch Berg und Tale draußen
Regen schauert, Stürme brausen,
Schild und Fenster hell erklirren,
Und in Nacht die Wandrer irren,

Ruht es sich so süß hier innen,
Aufgelöst in sel'ges Minnen;
All der goldne Himmelsschimmer
Flieht herein ins stille Zimmer:

Reiches Leben, hab Erbarmen!
Halt mich fest in linden Armen!
Lenzesblumen aufwärts dringen,
Wölklein ziehn und [Vöglein]2 singen.

Ende nie, du Sturmnacht, wilde!
Klirrt, ihr Fenster, schwankt, ihr Schilde, 
Bäumt euch, Wälder, braus, o Welle,
Mich umfängt des Himmels Helle!

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Goig de la nit tempestuosa", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Genieten in de stormnacht", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The pleasure of a stormy night", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Plaisir d'une nuit de tempête", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Gioia della notte tempestosa", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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1 Baußnern: "Wann"
2 Baußnern: "Vögel"

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1. The pleasure of a stormy night
When, outside, over mountain and valley
rain pours and storms rage,
name-plate and window rattle clearly,
and in the night the traveller goes astray,

it is so sweet to rest here inside,
surrendering to blissful love;
all of Heaven's golden glow
flees to this quiet room:

Rich life, have mercy!
Hold me fast in your gentle arms!
Spring flowers thrust upward,
clouds float by and birds sing.

Never end, you stormy, wild night!
Rattle, you window; shake, you name-plate;
Rear up, forests; roar, o wave:
Heaven's brightness holds me fast!

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2. Stirb, Lieb' und Freud' [sung text checked 1 time]
Zu Augsburg steht ein hohes Haus,
Nah bei dem alten Dom,
Da tritt [am hellen]1 Morgen aus
Ein Mägdelein gar fromm;
Gesang erschallt, 
Zum Dome wallt
Die liebe Gestalt.

Dort vor [Mariä]2 heilig' Bild
Sie betend niederkniet,
Der Himmel hat ihr Herz erfüllt,
Und alle Weltlust flieht:
"O [Jungfrau]3 rein!
Laß mich allein
Dein eigen sein!"

Alsbald [der Glocke dumpfer]4 Klang
Die Betenden erweckt,
Das Mägdlein wallt die Hall' entlang,
Es weiß nicht, was es trägt;
[Am Haupte]5 ganz
Von Himmelsglanz
Einen Lilienkranz.

Mit Staunen [schauen]6 all' die Leut'
Dies Kränzlein licht im Haar,
Das Mägdlein aber wallt nicht weit,
Tritt vor den Hochaltar:
"Zur Nonne weiht
Mich arme Maid!
Stirb, Lieb' und Freud'!"

[Gott, gib, daß dieses Mägdelein
Ihr Kränzlein friedlich trag']7,
Es ist die Herzallerliebste mein,
Bleibt's bis zum jüngsten Tag.
Sie weiß es nicht,
Mein Herz zerbricht,
Stirb, Lieb' und Licht!

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Moriu amor i joia!", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Moriu amor i joia!", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Sterf, liefde, jij!", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "In Augsburg stands a lofty house", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Estinguiti, amore e gioia", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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1 Silcher, Spohr: "an einem"
2 Schumann: "Marias"
3 Silcher: "Mutter"
4 Silcher: "von selbst der Glocke"
5 Silcher: "Auf dem Haupt so"
6 Silcher: "sehen"
7 Schumann: "Gott, gib, daß dieses Mägd'lein/ Ihr Kränzlein friedlich trag'Mägd'lein"; Silcher: "Gott geb', daß dieses Kränzelein/ Dieß Mägd'lein friedlich trag'"

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2. In Augsburg stands a lofty house
 In Augsburg stands a lofty house,
 near the old cathedral.
 Out into the bright morning steps
 a pious maiden;
 a hymn rings out
 and to the cathedral
 the dear figure goes.
 
 There in front of Mary's sacred image
 she kneels down to pray:
 Heaven has filled her heart
 and all earthly joy flees:
 "O Virgin pure!
 Let me be
 yours alone!"
 
 When the muffled toll of the bells
 awakens the worshippers,
 the maiden walks along the halls:
 she does not know what she is wearing;
 upon her head
 bright with Heaven's gleam,
 there is a wreath of lilies.
 
 With astonishment gaze all the people
 at this little wreath, bright in her hair,
 but the maiden does not go far;
 She steps in front of the high altar:
 "Dedicate me as a nun,
 me, your poor maid!
 Die, love and joy!"
 
 God, grant that this maiden
 may wear her wreathe in peace;
 she is my heart's true love,
 and she will remain so until Judgment Day.
 She does not know it,
 and my heart is breaking;
 Die, love and light!

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3. Wanderlied [sung text checked 1 time]
Wohlauf! noch getrunken den funkelnden Wein!
Ade nun, ihr Lieben! geschieden muß sein.
Ade nun, ihr Berge, du väterlich' Haus!
Es treibt in die Ferne mich mächtig hinaus.

Die Sonne, sie bleibet am Himmel nicht stehn,
Es treibt sie, durch Länder und Meere zu gehn.
Die Woge nicht haftet am einsamen Strand,
Die Stürme, sie brausen mit Macht durch das Land.

Mit eilenden Wolken der Vogel dort zieht
Und singt in der Ferne ein heimatlich' Lied,
So treibt es den Burschen durch Wälder und Feld,
Zu gleichen der Mutter, der wandernden Welt.

Da grüßen ihn Vögel bekannt überm Meer,
Sie flogen von Fluren der Heimat hierher;
Da duften die Blumen vertraulich um ihn,
Sie trieben vom Lande die Lüfte dahin.

Die Vögel, die kennen sein väterlich' Haus,
[Die Blumen einst]1 pflanzt' er der Liebe zum Strauß,
Und Liebe, die folgt ihm, sie geht ihm zur Hand:
So wird ihm zur Heimat das ferneste Land.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Cançó del rodamón", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Trekkerslied", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Wandering song", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Chant de voyage", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Canzone di viaggio", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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1 Schumann: "Die Blumen, die"

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3. Wandering song
 Come! one more drink of sparkling wine!
 Adieu now, you loved ones! we must part.
 Adieu now, you mountains and you, my parental home!
 I've got a powerful desire to go out into the world.
 
 The sun, it does not linger in the sky;
 it is driven to go across land and sea.
 The wave does not cling to one shore;
 storms rage with power across the country.
 
 With hastening clouds, the bird there flies,
 and sings in distant lands its native song.
 So is a young man driven to go through woods and fields,
 to match his mother, the wandering world.
 
 Birds greet him familiarly over the sea;
 they have flown here from the fields of his homeland;
 the scent of flowers is familiar to him:
 they have been driven here from his homeland by the winds.
 
 The birds who know his parental home;
 the flowers that he grew for bouquets for his love;
 and Love, who follows him: they are all close by,
 so he is always at home in the most distant land.

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4. Erstes Grün [sung text checked 1 time]
Du junges Grün, du frisches Gras!
[Wie]1 manches Herz durch dich genas,
Das von des Winters Schnee erkrankt,
O wie mein Herz nach dir verlangt!

Schon [brichst]2 du aus der Erde Nacht,
Wie dir mein Aug' entgegen lacht! 
[Hier in des Waldes stillem Grund
Drück' ich dich, Grün, an Herz und Mund.]3

[Wie treibt's]4 mich von den Menschen fort!
Mein Leid, das [hebt]5 kein Menschenwort,
Nur junges Grün ans Herz gelegt,
Macht, daß mein Herze stiller schlägt.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Verd primerenc", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Eerste groen", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Primo verde", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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1 von Wilm: "So"
2 von Wilm: "steigst"; Schumann: "wächst"
3 Linke: "Und hier im stillen Waldesgrund / Drück' ich dich warm an Herz und Mund."
4 von Wilm: "Es treibt"
5 von Wilm: "heilt"

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4.
You young green, you fresh grass!
How many hearts have recovered through you
after falling ill from winter's snow?
O how my heart longs for you!

Already you are growing from earth's night;
how my eye laughs to gaze toward you!
Here in the forest's mute grounds
I press you to me, you green, to my heart and my lips.

How driven I am to leave humanity!
My sorrow can be lifted by no human word;
only young grass lying upon my heart
will make my heart beat more calmly.

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Translated titles:
"Frühlingskur" = "Spring cure"
"Erstes Grün" = "First green"


This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 90

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5. Sehnsucht nach der Waldgegend [sung text checked 1 time]
Wär' ich nie aus euch gegangen,
Wälder, hehr und wunderbar!
Hieltet liebend mich umfangen
Doch so [lange, lange]1 Jahr'.

Wo in euren Dämmerungen
[Vogelsang]2 und Silberquell,
Ist auch manches Lied entsprungen
Meinem Busen, frisch und hell.

[Euer]3 Wogen, [euer]3 [Halle]4,
Euer Säuseln nimmer müd',
Eure Melodien alle
Weckten in der Brust das Lied.

Hier in diesen weiten Triften
Ist mir alles öd' und stumm,
Und ich schau' in blauen Lüften
Mich nach Wolkenbildern um.

[In den Busen eingezwinget]5,
Regt sich selten nur das Lied;
[Wie der Vogel halb nur singet]6,
Den von Baum und [Bach]7 man schied.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Enyorança del bosc", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Heimwee naar het woudgebied", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Longing for the woodlands", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Nostalgia di andare per i boschi", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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1 Schaffgotsch: "manche, manche"
2 Schaffgotsch: "Vogel singt"
3 Schaffgotsch: "Eure"
4 Schumann: "Hallen"
5 Schumann: "Wenn ihr's in den Busen zwinget"; Birn, Schaffgotsch: "In dem Busen eingezwänget"
6 Birn: "Wie nur halb der Vogel singet"
7 Schumann: "Blatt"

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5. Longing for the woodlands
 Would that I had never left you,
 woodlands, lofty and wondrous!
 You held me lovingly in your embrace
 for many a long, long year.
 
 Where, in your twilit spots,
 there was birdsong and silver streams,
 there also sprang up many songs
 from my bosom, fresh and bright.
 
 Your surging, your echoes,
 your never-tiring whispering,
 your melodies all
 awoke song in my breast.
 
 Here in these wide meadows
 everything is desolate and mute to me,
 and I gaze up into the blue sky,
 looking for shapes in the clouds.
 
 While you compelled song from my breast,
 it seldom stirs now,
 just as the bird sings only a half song
 when parted from tree and leaf.

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6. Auf das Trinkglas eines verstorbenen Freundes [sung text checked 1 time]
Du herrlich Glas, nun stehst du leer,
Glas, das er oft mit Lust gehoben;
Die Spinne hat rings um dich her
Indes den düstren Flor gewoben.

Jetzt sollst du mir gefüllet sein
Mondhell mit Gold der deutschen Reben!
In deiner Tiefe heil'gen Schein
Schau' ich hinab mit frommem Beben.

Was ich erschau' in deinem Grund
Ist nicht Gewöhnlichen zu nennen.
Doch wird mir klar zu dieser Stund',
Wie nichts den Freund vom Freund kann trennen.

Auf diesen Glauben, Glas so hold!
Trink' ich dich aus mit hohem Mute.
Klar spiegelt sich der Sterne Gold,
Pokal, in deinem teuren Blute!

Still geht der Mond das Tal entlang,
Ernst tönt die mitternächt'ge Stunde.
Leer steht das Glas! Der heil'ge Klang
Tönt nach in dem kristallnen Grunde.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Al vas d’un amic difunt", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Op het drinkglas van een gestorven vriend", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "To the drinking glass of a departed friend", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Au verre d'un ami décédé", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Sul bicchiere di un amico defunto", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Note: [sic] on the title

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6. To the drinking glass of a departed friend
 You splendid glass, that stands now empty -
 glass that he often raised with joy -
 the spider has around you now
 woven a somber crape.

 Now you shall be filled for me,
 moonbright, with the gold of German vines!
 In the sacred shine of your depths
 I shall gaze with devout trembling.

 What I see in your depths
 cannot be described to ordinary people.
 Yet it becomes clear to me in this moment
 how nothing can divide friend from friend.

 To this belief, lovely glass,
 I drain you with good cheer.
 Clearly mirrored is the gold of stars,
 o goblet, in your precious blood!

 Silently the moon moves beside the vale,
 Seriously tolls the midnight hour.
 Empty stands the glass! The sacred tones
 resound in its crystal chamber.

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7. Wanderung [sung text checked 1 time]
Wohlauf und [frisch]1 gewandert ins unbekannte Land!
Zerrissen, ach zerrissen, ist manches teure Band.
Ihr heimatlichen Kreuze, wo ich oft betend lag,
Ihr Bäume, ach, ihr Hügel, oh blickt mir segnend nach.

Noch schläft die weite Erde, kein Vogel weckt den Hain,
Doch bin ich nicht verlassen, doch bin ich nicht allein,
Denn, ach, auf meinem Herzen trag' ich ihr teures Band,
Ich fühl's, und Erd und Himmel sind innig mir verwandt.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Partença", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Het vertrek", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Wandering", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Randonnée", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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1 Schneider, Silcher: "froh"

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7. Wandering
 Come and briskly tramp to the unknown land!
 Severed, alas! severed is many a true pledge.
 You, my native shrines, where I often lay in prayer,
 You trees, ah, you hills - oh look at me and bless me!
 
 The wide world is still sleeping: not even a bird is awake in the grove,
 but I am not forsaken - but I am not alone,
 for, ah! upon my heart I wear her true pledge.
 I feel it, and in my mind Earth and Heaven are my close kin.

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8. Stille Liebe [sung text checked 1 time]
Könnt' ich dich in Liedern preisen,
Säng' ich dir das längste Lied.
Ja, ich würd' in allen Weisen
Dich zu singen nimmer müd'!

Doch was immer mich betrübte,
Ist, daß ich nur immer stumm
Tragen kann dich, Herzgeliebte,
In des Busens Heiligtum.

[ ... ]

Dieser Schmerz hat mich bezwungen,
Daß ich sang dies kleine Lied,
Doch von bitterm [Leid]1 durchdrungen,
Daß noch keins auf dich geriet.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Amor silenciós", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Stille liefde", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Silent love", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Amour silencieux", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Amore silenzioso", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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1 Mier: "Schmerz"

Research team for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]
8. Silent love
If I could praise you in song,
I would sing you the longest song.
Yes, I would in every way
never tire of singing to you!

But what has always troubled me
is that always, only silently,
may I carry you, my heart's beloved,
in my heart's sanctuary.

[ ... ]

This agony has compelled me
to sing this little song,
but I am pierced by bitter sorrow
that you haven't heard even one note.

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Wärst du nicht, heil'ger Abendschein!
Wärst du nicht, sternerhellte Nacht!
Du Blütenschmuck! du üpp'ger Hain!
Und du, Gebirg' voll ernster Pracht!
Du, Vogelsang aus Himmeln hoch!
Du, Lied aus voller Menschenbrust!
Wärst du nicht – ach! was füllte noch
In arger Zeit ein Herz mit Lust? --

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Interrogació", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Een vraag", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Question", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Interrogation", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Domanda", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Confirmed with: Kerners Werke, Zweiter Teil, Gedichte, ed. Raimund Pissin, Berlin, Leipzig, Wien, Stuttgart: Deutsches Verlagshaus Bong & Co., 1914, page 171


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9. Question
 If you did not exist, holy evening glow!
 If you did not exist, starlit night!
 You jewel-like blossoms! You lush grove!
 And you, mountains, full of solemn splendour!
 You birdsong high in the heavens!
 You song from a full human breast!
 If you did not exist, alas! what would then fill
 my heart with pleasure in bad times?

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    Emily Ezust permits her translations to be reproduced without prior permission for printed (not online) programs to free-admission concerts only, provided the following credit is given:

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10. Stille Tränen [sung text checked 1 time]
Du bist vom Schlaf erstanden
Und wandelst durch die Au.
Da liegt ob allen Landen
Der Himmel wunderblau.

[So lang du ohne Sorgen
Geschlummert schmerzenlos]1,
Der Himmel bis zum Morgen
Viel Tränen niedergoß.

In stillen Nächten weinet
Oft mancher aus dem Schmerz,
Und morgens dann [ihr]2 meinet,
Stets fröhlich sei sein Herz.

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Llàgrimes silencioses", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Silent tears", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Larmes silencieuses", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Lacrime silenziose", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • NOR Norwegian (Bokmål) (Marianne Beate Kielland) , "Stille tårer", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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1 Triest: "Weißt nicht, daß, als ohn' Sorgen / Du schliefest schmerzenlos"
2 Triest: "man"

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10. Silent tears
You have risen from sleep
and are wandering through the meadow.
There lies over all the land
Heaven's wondrous blue.

As long as, free from cares,
you've been slumbering without pain,
Heaven has, since morning,
shed many tears.

In silent nights,
many weep from pain,
and in the morning you assume
their hearts are always light.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

    Emily Ezust permits her translations to be reproduced without prior permission for printed (not online) programs to free-admission concerts only, provided the following credit is given:

    Translation copyright © by Emily Ezust,
    from the LiederNet Archive -- https://www.lieder.net/

    For any other purpose, please write to the e-mail address below to request permission and discuss possible fees.


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Line count: 12
Word count: 56

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11. Wer machte dich so krank? [sung text checked 1 time]
Daß du so krank geworden,
Wer hat es denn gemacht? --
Kein kühler Hauch aus Norden
Und keine Sternennacht.

Kein Schatten unter Bäumen,
Nicht Glut des Sonnenstrahls,
Kein Schlummern und kein Träumen
Im Blütenbett des Tals.

[ ... ]

Daß ich trag' Todeswunden,
Das ist der Menschen Tun;
Natur ließ mich gesunden,
Sie lassen mich nicht ruhn.

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Qui t'ha fet emmalaltir tant?", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Wie maakte je zo ziek?", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Who made you so ill?", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Que t'a-t-on donc fait", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Chi ti fa tanto male?", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Confirmed with: Kerners Werke, Zweiter Teil, Gedichte, ed. Raimund Pissin, Berlin, Leipzig, Wien, Stuttgart: Deutsches Verlagshaus Bong & Co., 1914, page 52


Researcher for this text: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]
11. Who made you so ill?
That you are so ill -
who has then caused this?
No cool breath from the North,
and no starry night.

No shadow under the trees,
no heat from sunbeams,
no slumber and no dream
in the blossom bed of the valley.

[ ... ]



That I bear fatal wounds,
this is the deed of men:
Nature would let me be well,
but they do not let me rest.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

    Emily Ezust permits her translations to be reproduced without prior permission for printed (not online) programs to free-admission concerts only, provided the following credit is given:

    Translation copyright © by Emily Ezust,
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    For any other purpose, please write to the e-mail address below to request permission and discuss possible fees.


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Line count: 13
Word count: 67

Translation © by Emily Ezust
12. Alte Laute [sung text checked 1 time]
Hörst du den Vogel singen?
Siehst du den Blütenbaum?
Herz! kann dich das nicht bringen
Aus deinem bangen Traum?
 
Was hör' ich? alte Laute
Wehmüt'ger Jünglingsbrust
Der Zeit, als ich vertraute
Der Welt und ihrer Lust.
 
Die Tage sind vergangen,
Mich heilt kein Kraut der Flur;
Und aus dem Traum, dem bangen,
Weckt mich ein Engel nur.

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Veus antigues", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Oude klanken", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Old sounds", copyright ©
  • ESP Esperanto (Manfred Retzlaff) , "Malnovaj sonoj", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Anciennes voix", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • IRI Irish (Gaelic) [singable] (Gabriel Rosenstock) , "Sean-ghlórtha", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Vecchio liuto", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Confirmed with: Kerners Werke, Zweiter Teil, Gedichte, ed. Raimund Pissin, Berlin, Leipzig, Wien, Stuttgart: Deutsches Verlagshaus Bong & Co., 1914, page 69


Researcher for this text: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]
12. Old sounds
 Do you hear the bird singing?
 Do you see the blossoming tree?
 Heart! can this not rouse you
 from your fearful dream?

 What do I hear? Old sounds
 of a mourning, youthful breast,
 from that time when I trusted
 the world and its joys.

 Those days are gone.
 I will be healed by no meadow herb;
 And from this dream, this fearful nightmare,
 only an angel will awaken me.

Authorship

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

    Emily Ezust permits her translations to be reproduced without prior permission for printed (not online) programs to free-admission concerts only, provided the following credit is given:

    Translation copyright © by Emily Ezust,
    from the LiederNet Archive -- https://www.lieder.net/

    For any other purpose, please write to the e-mail address below to request permission and discuss possible fees.


Based on


This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 70

Translation © by Emily Ezust