Language: German (Deutsch) after the Scottish (Scots)
Our translations: CAT DUT ENG ENG FIN SPA
Traurig schau' ich von der Klippe
Auf die Flut, die uns getrennt,
Und mit Inbrunst fleht die Lippe:
Schone seiner, Element!
Furcht ist meiner Seele Meister,
Ach! und Hoffnung schwindet schier;
Nur im Traume bringen Geister
Vom Geliebten Kunde mir.
Die ihr, fröhliche Genossen,
Gold'ner Tag', in Lust und Scherz,
Kummerthränen nie vergossen,
Ach, ihr kennt nicht meinen Schmerz!
Sei mir mild, o nächt'ge Stunde!
Auf das Auge senke Ruh!
Holde Geister, flüstert Kunde
Vom Geliebten dann mir zu.
Note for stanza 3, line 2, word 6: in the Breitkopf & Härtel edition of Clara Schumann’s songs published in the early 1990s, there is a typo here ("Schmerz" instead of "Scherz").
Composition:
Set to music by Clara Schumann (1819 - 1896), "Am Strande", 1840, published 1841 [ voice and piano ]
Score: IMSLP [external link]
Text Authorship:
Based on:
- a text in Scottish (Scots) by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "Musing on the Roaring Ocean"
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Aïda Raurell) , "A la riba", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (David Kenneth Smith) , no title, copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FIN Finnish (Suomi) (Erkki Pullinen) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Aïda Raurell) , "En la orilla", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust
[Administrator] , Sharon Krebs
[Senior Associate Editor]This text was added to the website: 2003-11-02
Line count: 16
Word count: 83
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
Sadly I gaze from the crags
Upon the waters that separate us,
And with fervency my lips plead:
Spare him, elements!
Fear is the master of my soul,
Ah, and hope almost vanishes;
Only in dreams do the spirits
Bring me tidings of my beloved.
You, my happy comrades
Of golden days in joy and jest,
Who have never shed tears of woe,
Ah, you do not know my pain!
Be kind to me, oh nightly hour,
Cause rest to descend upon my eyes,
Lovely spirits, then to me
Whisper tidings of my beloved!
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2016 by Sharon Krebs, (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:
Based on:
- a text in Scottish (Scots) by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "Musing on the Roaring Ocean"
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This text was added to the website: 2016-12-04
Line count: 16
Word count: 93
