by
Paul Heyse (1830 - 1914)
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT DUT ENG ENG ENG ENG FRE
Waldesnacht, du wunderkühle,
Die ich tausend Male grüß',
Nach dem lauten Weltgewühle,
O wie ist dein Rauschen süß!
Träumerisch die müden Glieder
Berg' ich weich in Moos,
Und mir ist, als würd' ich wieder
All der irren Qualen los.
...
In den heimlich engen Kreisen,
Wird dir wohl, du wildes Herz,
Und ein Friede schwebt mit leisen
Flügelschlägen niederwärts.
Singet, holde Vogellieder,
Mich in Schlummer sacht!
Irre Qualen, löst euch wieder;
Wildes Herz, nun gute Nacht!
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3 of the original text.
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Wondrously cool woodland night", copyright ©
- ENG English [singable] (Bertram Kottmann) , "Woodland night", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Michael P Rosewall) , "Forested night", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Nuit de la forêt", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 115
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
Woodland night, refreshing wonder,
whom a thousandfold I greet.
After all the wordly thunder,
oh, how are your murmurs sweet!
Dreamily I settle, weary,
on the mossy bed,
and I feel as if my eerie
anguish could again be shed.
...
In the graceful, secret bowers
you, wild heart, feel more at home,
and a solemn silence showers
softly from the sylvan dome.
Nightbirds' songs, reverberating,
make my slumber light.
All my anguish is abating,
rest wild heart, good night, good night.
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