by Paul Heyse (1830 - 1914)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

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 (Sung text for setting by R. Kahn)
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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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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Wondrously cool woodland night
 (Sung text translation for setting by R. Kahn)
 See original
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Wondrously cool woodland night,
whom I greet a thousand times:
after the uproarious tumult of the world,
o how sweet is your rustling!
Dreamily I nestle my weary limbs
in your tender moss,
and it seems to me as if once more
I were free from all my insane anguish.

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In narrow, secret circles,
you, wild heart, will know well
that peace hovers above with hushed
wing-beats, slowly descending.
Lovely birds, sing your lovely songs,
sing me gently into slumber!
Distracting torments, dissipate again;
wild heart, now good night!

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3 of the original text.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 129