by
Johann Peter Uz (1720 - 1796)
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT DUT ENG ENG FRE ITA
Die Munterkeit ist meinen Wangen,
Den Augen Glut und Sprach entgangen;
Der Mund will kaum ein Lächeln wagen;
Kaum will der welke Leib sich tragen,
Der Bluhmen am Mittage gleicht,
Wann Flora lechzt und Zephyr weicht.
...
Ich seh auf sie mit bangem Sehnen,
Und kann den Blick nicht weggewöhnen:
Die Anmuth, die im Auge wachet
Und um die jungen Wangen lachet,
Zieht meinen weggewichnen Blick
Mit güldnen Banden stets zurück.
Mein Blut strömt mit geschwindern Güssen;
Ich brenn, ich zittre, sie zu küssen;
Ich suche sie mit wilden Blicken,
Und Ungeduld will mich ersticken,
Indem ich immer sehnsuchtsvoll
Sie sehn und nicht umarmen soll.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3-4 of the original text.
Composition:
Set to music by Franz Peter Schubert (1797 - 1828), "An Chloen", D 363 (1816), published 1954, stanzas 1,3-4, note: fragment completed by Reinhard van Hoorickx
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "A Cloe", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Aan Chloë", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "To Chloe", copyright ©
- ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , "To Chloe", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "À Chloé", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "A Cloe", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Language: Catalan (Català)  after the German (Deutsch)
La vivor s’ha esvanit de les meves galtes,
els meus ulls han perdut llur esclat i expressió;
la meva boca gosa a penes somriure;
el cos flàccid amb prou feines em pot sostenir,
com les flors a migdia,
quan Flora es mor de set i Zèfir afluixa.
...
La meva sang corre abundosament i ràpida;
jo cremo, tremolo per besar-la,
la cerco amb un esguard furient,
i m’ofega el neguit,
car, sempre ple de deler,
la veig i no la puc abraçar.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3-4 of the original text.
Text Authorship:
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