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by Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1712 - 1778)
Translation by Ludwig Andreas Gotter (1661 - 1735)

Que le jour me dure!
Language: French (Français) 
Our translations:  DUT ENG
Que le [jour]1 me dure!
Passé loin de toi,
toute la nature
n'est plus rien pour moi.

Le plus vert bocage,
[quand]2 tu n'y viens pas,
n'est qu'un lieu sauvage,
pour moi, sans appas.

Hélas! si je passe
Un jour sans te voir,
Je cherche ta trace
Dans mon désespoir...

Quand je t'ai perdue,
Je reste à pleurer,
Mon âme éperdue
Est près d'expirer.

Le coeur me palpite
Quand j'entends ta voix,
Tout mon sang s'agite
Dès que je te vois;

Ouvres-tu la bouche,
Les cieux vont s'ouvrir...
Si ta main me touche,
Je me sens frémir.

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1 Beethoven, Zumsteeg: "temps"
2 Beethoven, Zumsteeg: "Si"

Text Authorship:

  • by Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1712 - 1778), "Romance"

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

  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Peter Low) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this page: Héctor Vicencio

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 99

An die Geliebte
 (Sung text for setting by C. Loewe)
 Matches base text
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the French (Français) 
Wie der Tag mir schleichet 
Ohne dich vollbracht; 
Die Natur erbleichet, 
Rings um mich wird's Nacht.

Ohne dich hüllt alles 
Sich in Schlummer ein, 
Und zur öden Wüste 
Wird der grüne Hain.

Kommt der Abend endlich 
Ohne dich herab, 
Lauf' ich bang und suche 
Dich Berg auf Berg ab:

Hab' ich dich verloren, 
Bleib' ich weinend stehn, 
Glaub' in Schmerz versunken 
Weinend zu vergehn.

Wie ich ahnend zittre, 
Wenn dein Trill erschallt ! 
Wenn ich dich erblicke, 
Wie das Blut mir wallt !

Öffnest du die Lippen, 
Klopft mein banges Herz, 
Deine Handberührung 
Reisst mich himmelwärts  !

Composition:

    Set to music by Carl Loewe (1796 - 1869), "An die Geliebte", op. 9, Heft 3 no. 3 (1817)

Text Authorship:

  • by Ludwig Andreas Gotter (1661 - 1735)

Based on:

  • a text in French (Français) by Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1712 - 1778), "Romance"
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Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , John H. Campbell , Malcolm Wren [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2003-11-15
Line count: 24
Word count: 104

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