by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Ihr verblühet, süße Rosen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  CAT CAT CHI DUT ENG FRE SPA
Erwin
 Ihr verblühet, süße Rosen,
 Meine Liebe trug euch nicht;
 Blühet, ach! dem Hoffnungslosen,
 Dem der Gram die Seele bricht!

 Jener Tage denk' ich  trauernd,
 Als ich, Engel, an dir hing,
 Auf das erste Knöspchen lauernd
 Früh zu meinem Garten ging;

 Alle Blüten, alle Früchte
 Noch zu deinen Füßen trug
 Und vor deinem Angesichte
 Hoffnung in dem Herzen schlug.

 Ihr verblühet, süße Rosen,
 Meine Liebe trug euch nicht;
 Blühtet, ach! dem Hoffnungslosen,
 Dem der Gram die Seele bricht.

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Confirmed with Goethe's Werke nach den vorzüglichsten Quellen revidirte Ausgabe, Dritter Theil, Gedichte, herausgegeben und mit Anmerkungen begleitet von Dr. Fr. Strehlke, Berlin, Gustav Hempel, 1868, pages 74-75. Note: we have corrected the typo in stanza 1, line 3, word 1 : in many early editions, this was "blühtet", but most editions of his works published after 1852 (possibly earlier) indicate this correction, cf. Goethe's Liebe und Liebesgedichte, Berlin, Allgemeine Deutsche Verlags-Anstalt, 1852, page 147.

Note: in Perfall's score, there are two typos: stanza 2, line 4, word 5 is "hin" instead of "ging"; and stanza 3, line 4, word 5 is "trug" instead of "schlug".


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You are wilting, sweet roses
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Erwin
 You are wilting, sweet roses -
 my love could not sustain you.
 Bloom for hopelessness then,
 for he whose soul is breaking from sorrow! 

 I think mournfully of those days
 when I hung on you, angel,
 waiting for your first little bud
 and going to my garden early;

 Every blossom, every fruit
 I carried to your feet;
 and before your countenance,
 hope throbbed in my heart.

 You are wilting, sweet roses -
 my love could not sustain you.
 Bloom for hopelessness then,
 for he whose soul is breaking from sorrow!

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Translations of titles:
"Arie aus Erwin und Elmire" = "Aria from Erwin and Elmire"
"Erwin" = "Erwin"
"Ihr verblühet" = "You are wilting"
"Ihr verblühet suße Rosen" = "You are wilting, sweet roses"
"Romanze" = "Romance"
"Wehmut" = "Melancholy"
"Wehmuth" = "Melancholy"
"Zur Rosenzeit" = "To the time of roses"


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 91