by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822)
Translation by Konstantin Dmitrevich Bal'mont (1867 - 1942)

Music, when soft voices die
Language: English 
Our translations:  FRE GER GER
Music, when soft voices die,	
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;
And so [thy]1 thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

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  • CZE Czech (Čeština) (Jaroslav Vrchlický) , "Sloky", Prague, J. Otto, first published 1901
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Martin Stock) , "Musik, wenn leise Stimmen ersterben ...", copyright © 2002, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) [singable] (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Language: Russian (Русский)  after the English 
Пусть отзвучит гармоничное, нежное пенье,
В памяти всё ещё звуки ревниво дрожат.
Пусть отцветает фиалка, проживши мгновенье,
В венчике бледном хранится её аромат.

Светлые розы, скончавшись, толпой погребальной,
Искрятся в пышных букетах, как в небе звезда.
Так я с тобой разлучён. Но твой образ печальный
В сердце моём, убаюканный, дремлет всегда.

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This text was added to the website: 2003-11-03
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