Of all the valiant ones who died

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by Hermann von Lingg (1820 - 1905)

Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Einem Toten

(Sung text for setting by J. Rheinberger)

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Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: ENG

Von all' den 
allen Tapfern, welche starben,
  Beneidet jeder deinen Tod,
Du fielst, die Blume zwischen Garben,
  Ein Stern im ersten Morgenroth.

Zu schau'n in deiner teuren Züge
  Nun sanft und still gewordnes Leid,
Es mahnt mich fast wie schwere Rüge,
  Beschleicht mich fast wie tiefer Neid.

Ein stiller Vorwurf scheint zu schweben
  Um deine Lippen, und dein Mund
Zu sprechen noch: wie kann man leben,
  Wenn alles Große geht zu Grund?

O doppelt brennen solche Wunden!
  O Heldenopfer, schwerer Krieg!
Um Kreuze wird der Kranz gewunden,
  Und Trauerglocken läuten Sieg.

Composition:

Joseph (Gabriel) Rheinberger

Text Authorship:

by Hermann von Lingg (1820 - 1905), "Einem Todten"

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ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Research team for this page: Sharon Krebs [Senior Associate Editor], Johann Winkler

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To one who died

(Sung text translation for setting by J. Rheinberger)

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Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

Of all the valiant ones who died,
  Every one of them is envious of your death,
You fell, a flower among the sheaves,
  A star in the first red light of morning.

To gaze into your dear lineaments'
  Sorrow, now become gentle and silent,
Admonishes me almost like a grave rebuke,
  Stalks me almost like profound envy.

A silent reproach seems to hover
  About your lips, and your mouth seems
To speak yet: how can one live
  When everything great perishes?

Oh, such wounds burn doubly!
  Oh heroic sacrifice, grievous war!
About crosses the wreath is wound,
  And mourning-bells toll victory.

Translations of title(s):
"Einem Todten" = "To one who died"
"Einem Toten" = "To one who died"

Text Authorship:

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