by Christoph August Tiedge (1752 - 1841)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

An die Hoffnung
 (Sung text for setting by J. Knecht)
 See original
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  DUT ENG FRE
 ... 

Die du so gern in stillen Nächten feierst
Und sanft und weich den Gram verschleierst,
Der eine zarte Seele quält,
O Hoffnung! Laß, durch dich empor gehoben,
Den Dulder ahnen, daß dort oben
Ein Engel seine Tränen zählt!

Wenn, längst verhallt, geliebte Stimmen schweigen;
Wenn unter ausgestorb'nen Zweigen
Verödet die Erinn'rung sitzt:
Dann nahe dich, wo dein Verlaßner trauert 
Und, von der Mitternacht umschauert,
Sich auf versunk'ne Urnen stützt.

Und blickt er auf, das Schicksal anzuklagen,
Wenn scheidend über seinen Tagen
Die letzten Strahlen untergehn:
So laß' ihn um den Rand des Erdentraumes
Das Leuchten eines Wolkensaumes
Von einer nahen Sonne seh'n!

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 2-4 of the original text.

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

  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Aan de hoop", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "To Hope", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "À l'espérance", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
 ... 

You, who so gladly celebrates on sacred nights
And gently and softly veils the grief
That torments a tender soul,
O Hope! Raised through you,
Let the sufferer feel that there above,
An angel counts his tears!

When, long hushed, beloved voices are silenced,
When, underneath dead branches
Memory sits desolate,
Then come closer to where your forsaken one mourns
And, looking around at midnight,
Supports himself against sunken urns.

And if he looks up to accuse Fate,
When, departing with his days,
The last rays set:
Then permit him to see, at the rim of this earthly dream,
The light of the cloud's hem
From the near-by sun!

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 2-4 of the original text.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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