by
Paul Fleming (1609 - 1640)
An die Stolze
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Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT DUT ENG FRE
Und gleichwohl kann ich anders nicht,
Ich muß ihr günstig sein,
Obgleich der Augen stolzes Licht
Mir mißgönnt seinen Schein.
Ich will, ich soll, ich soll, ich muß dich lieben,
Dadurch wir beid' uns nur betrüben,
Weil mein Wunsch doch nicht gilt
Und du nicht hören wilt.
Wie manchen Tag, wie manche Nacht,
Wie manche liebe Zeit
Hab' ich mit Klagen durchgebracht,
Und du verlachst mein Leid!
Du weißt, du hörst, du hörst, du siehst die Schmerzen,
Und nimmst der' keinen doch zu Herzen,
So daß ich zweifle fast,
Ob du ein Herze hast.
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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2 of the original text.
Composition:
Set to music by Johannes Brahms (1833 - 1897), "An die Stolze", op. 107 no. 1 (1886), published 1888, stanzas 1-2 [ voice and piano ], Berlin, Simrock
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "A la dona altiva", copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Aan de trotse", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "To the proud woman", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "À la fière", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 32
Word count: 183
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
Nevertheless, I can do nothing else:
I must be well-disposed to her,
even if her eyes' proud light
begrudges me their shine.
I will, I should, I should, I must love you;
therefore, we both will be unhappy,
for my wish is in vain,
and you do not wish to hear it.
How many days, how many nights,
how much lovely time
have I spent in lamentation,
and you laugh at my grief!
You know, you hear, you hear and see my pain,
and take none of it to heart,
so that I am tempted to doubt
whether you even have a heart.
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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2 of the original text.
Text Authorship:
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Line count: 32
Word count: 194