by
Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875)
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT ENG FRE FRE ITA ITA
Hier lieg' ich auf dem Frühlingshügel:
Die Wolke wird mein Flügel,
Ein Vogel fliegt mir voraus.
Ach, sag' mir, all-einzige Liebe,
Wo du bleibst, daß ich bei dir bliebe,
Doch du und die Lüfte, ihr habt kein Haus.
...
Die Wolke seh' ich wandeln und den Fluß,
Es dringt der Sonne goldner Kuß
Mir tief bis in's Geblüt hinein;
Die Augen, wunderbar berauschet,
Thun, als schliefen sie ein,
Nur noch das Ohr dem Ton der Biene lauschet.
Ich denke Dieß und denke Das,
Ich sehne mich, und weiß nicht recht, nach was:
Halb ist es Lust, halb ist es Klage;
Mein Herz, o sage:
Was webst du für Erinnerung
In golden grüner Zweige Dämmerung?
-- Alte unnennbare Tage!
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3 of the original text.
Composition:
Set to music by Friedrich Gernsheim (1839 - 1916), "Im Frühling", op. 14 no. 1, published 1873, stanzas 1,3 [ voice and piano ], Bremen, Cranz
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "A primavera", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "In springtime", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Au printemps", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , "Au printemps", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "A primavera", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Paolo Pupillo) , "In primavera", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Senior Associate Editor]This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 25
Word count: 139
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
Here I lie upon the hillside in springtime:
The cloud becomes my wing,
A bird flies before me.
Ah, tell me, utterly singular love,
Where you dwell, so that I might stay with you!
But you and the breezes, you have no abode.
...
I see the clouds wandering and the river,
The sun’s golden kiss penetrates
Deeply, all the way to my flowing blood;
The eyes, wondrously intoxicated,
Act as if they were falling asleep,
Only the ear still listens to the sound of the bee.
I ponder this and ponder that,
I am yearning, but I do not really know for what:
It is half rapture, half lamenting;
My heart, oh tell,
What sort of memories are you weaving
In the golden-green gloaming of the branches?
-- Ancient, inexpressible days!
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3 of the original text.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Im Frühling"
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