Mighty one, who bends the tree-tops to thy pleasure

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by Friedrich Rückert (1788 - 1866)

Translation © by Sharon Krebs

An den Sturmwind

(Sung text for setting by P. Cornelius)

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Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: ENG

Mächtiger, der brausend die Wipfel du beugst,
Sausend von Krone zu Krone entsteigst,
Wandle du Stürmender, wandle nur fort,
Reiß' mir den stürmenden Busen mit fort.

Wie das Gewölke, das donnernd entfliegt,
Dir auf der brausenden Schwinge sich wiegt,
Führe den Geist aus dem endlichen Haus
In die Unendlichkeit stürmend hinaus!

Führe mich hin, wo die wankende Welt,
Rings in Verwüstung und Trümmer zerfällt,
Über den Trümmern mit schauriger Lust
Fühl' ich den Gott in der pochenden Brust.

Composition:

Peter Cornelius

Text Authorship:

by Friedrich Rückert (1788 - 1866), "An den Sturmwind", written 1807-1810, appears in Jugendlieder

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ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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To the storm‑wind

(Sung text translation for setting by P. Cornelius)

See original

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

Mighty one, who with roaring bends the tree-tops,
Rising speedily from crown to crown,
Travel, Thou Storming One, only travel onward,
Carry my stormy bosom off with you.

As the clouds that fly off thunderously
Sway upon your whirling pinions,
Lead my spirit ragingly from 
The finite abode out into infinity!

Lead me to where the tottering world
Falls into devastation and ruins all around;
Above the ruins with shuddering joy
I feel the divinity in my throbbing breast.

Translations of title(s):
"An den Sturmwind" = "To the storm-wind"
"Dem Allmächtigen" = "To the Almighty"
"Mächtiger, der du die Wipfeln" = "Mighty one, who [bends] the tree-tops"

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