Ingeborgs Klage
See originalLanguage: German (Deutsch) after the Swedish (Svenska)
Herbst ist es nun,
Nimmer die Stürme des Meeres ruhn.
Ach, ach! vom Hause wie gerne
Säß ich noch ferne!
...
Bläuliches Meer,
Eilend ja geht es; o schwelle nicht mehr!
Zeiget, ihr Sterne, dem Segler
Wege der Ferne!
Kommt nun der Mai,
Kehrt er -- nicht kommt die Geliebte herbei,
Nicht ihm entgegen im Saale,
Nicht auch im Thale.
Liegt nun im Staub,
Kalt und erblichen, der Liebe Raub;
Oder sie blutet darnieder,
Ein Opfer der Brüder.--
Falke, der blieb,
Nun bist du mein; o wie hab ich dich lieb!
Fliegender Jäger, dich hegen
Will ich und pflegen;
...
Liehest du mir
Auch jetzt deine Schwingen, was hülfen sie mir?
Kann doch der Tod mir nur bringen
Himmlische Schwingen!
...
Bin ich nun todt,
kehrt er sicher; vernimm mein Gebot:
Grüße mir Frithjof! Nicht wehren
Wird er den Zähren.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3-6,9,11 of the original text.
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Set to music by Joseph (Gabriel) Rheinberger (1839 - 1901), "Ingeborgs Klage", op. 22 no. 4 (1858), published 1869, stanzas 1,3-6,9,11 [ medium voice and piano ], Leipzig: E.W. Fritzsch (1869), Stuttgart: Carus-Verlag, (2004, ed. Manuela Jahrmärker)
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Ingeborg's lament", copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
It is autumn now,
The storms of the sea never rest.
Ah, ah! how gladly I would still be sitting
Far away from the house.
...
Bluish sea,
Rapidly it moves; oh, do not surge any longer!
Ye stars, show the sailor
The paths of the far distance!
When May now comes,
And he returns -- his beloved shall not come along to meet him,
Shall not come toward him in the hall,
Not in the valley either.
She lies in the dust,
dust now
Cold and pale, the booty of love;
Or she bleeds to death,
A victim of her brothers.--
Falcon who remained behind,
Now you are mine; oh how I love you!
Flying hunter, I shall nourish
And cherish you;
...
Even if you were
To lend me your pinions now, of what help would they be to me?
Only death can bring me
Heavenly pinions!
...
Once I am dead
He shall surely return; hear my command:
Greet Frithjof from me! He shall not
Hold back his tears.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3-6,9,11 of the original text.
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