by
Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
Ich wollt', meine Schmerzen ergössen sich
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Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT DUT ENG FRE GRE GRE HEB
Ich wollt, meine Schmerzen ergössen
Sich all in ein einziges Wort,
Das gäb ich den lustigen Winden,
Die trügen es lustig fort.
Sie tragen zu dir, Geliebte,
Das schmerzerfüllte Wort;
Du hörst es zu jeder Stunde,
Du hörst es an jedem Ort.
Und hast du zum nächtlichen Schlummer
Geschlossen die Augen kaum,
So wird dich mein Wort verfolgen
Bis in den tiefsten Traum.
Note: in Zenger's score, the first time we reach stanza 1, line 2, word 5, it is "einzig", and "einziges" in the repetition.
Composition:
Set to music by Max Zenger (1837 - 1911), "Ich wollt', meine Schmerzen ergössen sich", op. 1 no. 4 [ soprano and piano ]
Text Authorship:
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Ik wou dat mijn smart zich tezamen", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Siân Goldthorpe) (Christian Stein) , "I wish my pain would flow into a single word", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Je voudrais que mes peines s'écoulent", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GRE Greek (Ελληνικά) [singable] (Christakis Poumbouris) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GRE Greek (Ελληνικά) [singable] (Christakis Poumbouris) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- HEB Hebrew (עברית) [singable] (Hamutal Atariah) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Siân Goldthorpe , Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 68
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
I wish my pain would flow
Into a single word,
Which I'd give to the merry winds,
Who would carry it merrily along.
They would carry it to you, my beloved,
The pain-filled word;
You hear it always,
You hear it everywhere.
And scarcely have you closed your eyes
To night-time slumbers,
My word will follow you,
Into your deepest dream.
Text Authorship:
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Line count: 12
Word count: 65