Translation © by Lena Platt, Daniel Platt

Rhapsodie (Aus der Harzreise)
 (Sung text for setting by J. Reichardt)
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Language: German (Deutsch)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  CAT DUT ENG ITA
 ... 

Ach, wer heilet die Schmerzen
Des, dem Balsam zu Gift ward?
Der sich Menschenhaß
Aus der Fülle der Liebe trank?
Erst verachtet, nun ein Verächter,
Zehrt er heimlich auf
Seinen eigenen Wert
In ungenugender Selbstsucht.

Ist auf deinem Psalter,
Vater der Liebe, ein Ton
Seinem Ohre vernehmlich,
So erquicke sein Herz!
Öffne den umwölkten Blick
Über die tausend Quellen
Neben dem Durstenden
In der Wüste!

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 2-3 of the original text.

Composition:

    Set to music by Johann Friedrich Reichardt (1752 - 1814), "Rhapsodie (Aus der Harzreise)", published 1794, stanzas 2-3, note: begins "Ach, wer heilet die Schmerzen"

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Lena Platt) (Daniel Platt) , "Alto Rhapsody", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) [singable] (Maurice Kufferath) , "Alto Rhapsody"
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Ma chi, di là, si tiene in disparte?", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this page: Lena Platt , Daniel Platt

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 22
Word count: 92

Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
 ... 

Ah, who heals the pains
Of him, for whom balsam became poison?
Who drank hatred of Man
Out of the fullness of love?
First despised, now a despiser,
He furtively consumes
His own merit
 In unsatisfying egotism.

If there is in Thy Psalter,
Father of love, one note
To his ear audible,
Then refresh his heart!
Open his clouded gaze
To the thousand springs
Next to the thirsting one
In the desert!

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 2-3 of the original text.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 22
Word count: 99