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)
Wondrously cool, forested night,
that I a thousand times have greeted,
After the loud ferment of the world,
O, how sweet is your rustling!
Dreamily, my weary limbs
I shelter in the yielding moss,
And for me, it is as if I were again
Free of all senseless distress.
...
Within this secluded, intimate sphere,
are boons for you, my frenzied heart,
And serenity floats, on the delicate
flutter of wings, downward.
Sing me, lovely bird songs,
gently to my rest!
Senseless anxieties, once more be gone;
Wild heart, now good night!
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3 of the original text.
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