Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT DUT ENG FRE SPA
Lindes Rauschen in den Wipfeln,
Vöglein, die ihr fernab fliegt,
Bronnen von den stillen Gipfeln,
Sagt, wo meine Heimat liegt?
Heut' im Traum sah ich euch wieder,
Und von allen Bergen ging
Solches Grüßen zu mir nieder,
Daß ich an zu weinen fing.
Ach! hier auf den fremden Gipfeln:
Menschen, Quellen, Fels und Baum --
Wirres Rauschen in den Wipfeln
Alles ist mir wie ein Traum.
Muntre Vögel in den Wipfeln,
Ihr Gesellen dort im Tal,
Grüßt mir von den fremden Gipfeln
Meine Heimat tausendmal!
Also confirmed with Viel Lärmen um Nichts von Joseph Freiherrn von Eichendorff und Die mehreren Wehmüller und ungarischen Nationalgesichter von Clemens Brentano. Zwei Novellen, Berlin: In der Vereins-Buchhandlung, 1833, pages 13 (first three stanzas) and 15 (fourth stanza).
Note: first appeared in the novella Viel Lärmen um Nichts, 1833; fourth stanza omitted in later collection
Composition:
Set to music by Fanny Hensel (1805 - 1847), "Traum", 1844, English title: ``Dream'' ; French title: `` Rêve''
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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) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "O gentle rustling in the tree-tops", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Doux bruissements dans les cimes", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Alfonso Sebastián) , copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Senior Associate Editor]This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 86
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
O gentle rustling in the tree-tops,
O little birds who fly far away,
O springs who come from the still peaks,
Tell me where my homeland lies!
Today in a dream I saw you again,
And from every mountain
Such greetings came down to me,
That I began to weep.
Ah! here on the foreign peaks,
People, streams, rocks and trees -
Confused rustling in the tree-tops -
Everything is like a dream to me!
O cheerful little birds in the tree-tops,
O young men there in the vale,
Bring my greetings from these foreign peaks,
To my home a thousand times!
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