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by Johann Graf von Majláth (1786 - 1855)
Translation © by Leon Malinofsky

Der Blumen Schmerz
 (Sung text for setting by F. Schubert)
 See original
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  CAT DUT ENG ENG FRE ITA
Wie tönt es mir so schaurig
Des Lenzes erstes Wehn,
Wie ist es mir so traurig,
Daß Blumen auferstehn.

In ihrer Mutter Armen
Da ruhten sie so still,
Nun müssen, ach die Armen!
Hervor an's Weltgewühl.

Die zarten Kinder heben
Die Häupter scheu empor:
"Wer rufet uns in's Leben
Aus tiefer Nacht hervor?"

Der Lenz mit Zauberworten
Mit Hauchen süßer Lust,
Lockt aus den dunklen Pforten,
Sie von der Mutter Brust.

In bräutlich heller Feyer
Erscheint der Blumen Pracht,
Doch fern schon ist der Freyer,
Wild glüht der Sonne Macht.

Nun künden ihre Düfte,
Daß sie voll Sehnsucht sind
Was labend würzt die Lüfte,
Es ist der Schmerzen Kind.

Die Kelche sinken nieder
Sie schauen Erdenwärts:
"O Mutter nimm uns wieder
Das Leben gibt nur Schmerz."

Die welken Blätter fallen,
Mild deckt der Schnee sie zu -
Ach Gott! so gehts mit allem,
Im Grabe nur ist Ruh.

Note: Stanza 8 is missing in Friedlaender's edition (Edition Peters, Schubert Album, Band VI).

Composition:

    Set to music by Franz Peter Schubert (1797 - 1828), "Der Blumen Schmerz", op. posth. 173 no. 4, D 731 (1821), published 1821, first performed 1825 [ voice, piano ], attachment to Wiener Zeitschrift für Kunst, Literatur, Theater und Mode

Text Authorship:

  • by Johann Graf von Majláth (1786 - 1855), "Der Blumen Schmerz", first published 1821

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El dolor de les flors", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Het verdriet der bloemen", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The flower's anguish", copyright ©
  • ENG English [singable] (Leon Malinofsky) , "The Flowers' Sorrow", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "La douleur des fleurs", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Antonio Zencovich) , "Il dolore dei fiori", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Peter Rastl [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 32
Word count: 153

The Flowers' Sorrow
 (Sung text translation for setting by F. Schubert)
 See original
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
It seems to me so bitter
Yet sweet what the seasons bring,
For sadly do I witness
The flowers bloom in Spring.

Within their mother's loving arms
They slumber all so still,
But now they must when from those arms
Their ordered course fulfill.

The fragile children raise up
Their heads in timid fright,
Who calls us into living
From out the silent Night?

And Spring, its words of magic
With purest pleasure blows,
To lure them from their mother
Her breast and the dim shadows.

With high bridal decorum
Their splendrous dance is done,
But far now is their suitor
And fiercely glows the sun.

Their sweet scent now announces
Their longing pure and mild;
That scent that soothes the air, though,
Is naught but Sorrow's child.

The blooms go sinking lower,
They turn from sky and rain--
O Mother, take us home now,
This life gives only pain.

The withered petals fall now,
Beneath light snows are press'd;
O God, so 'tis with all things,
The grave alone brings rest.

Text Authorship:

  • Singable translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2007 by Leon Malinofsky, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:

  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Johann Graf von Majláth (1786 - 1855), "Der Blumen Schmerz", first published 1821
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This text was added to the website: 2007-12-10
Line count: 32
Word count: 172

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