Vous vous êtes approchés du foyer

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by Stefan George (1868 - 1933)

Translation © by Guy Laffaille

Ihr tratet zu dem herde

(Sung text for setting by A. Webern)

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Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: ENG FRE

Ihr tratet zu dem herde
Wo alle glut verstarb ·
Licht war nur an der erde
Vom monde leichenfarb.

Ihr tauchet in die aschen
Die bleichen finger ein
Mit suchen tasten haschen --
Wird es noch einmal schein!

Seht was mit trostgeberde
Der mond euch rät:
Tretet weg vom herde ·
Es ist worden spät.

Composition:

Anton von Webern

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Text Authorship:

by Stefan George (1868 - 1933), no title, appears in Das Jahr der Seele, in Traurige Tänze, no. 28

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "You approached the hearth", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Research team for this page: Hubert Schmid , Sharon Krebs [Senior Associate Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 55

Vous vous êtes approchés du foyer

(Sung text translation for setting by A. Webern)

See original

Language: French (Français) after the German (Deutsch)

Vous vous êtes approchés du foyer,
où toute braise était morte,
la lumière sur terre venait seulement
de la lune livide.

Vous avez plongé dans les cendres
vos doigts pâles,
en sondant, tâtonnant, cherchant,
une lueur est apparue une fois de plus !

Regardez ce qu'avec son air consolateur
la lune vous conseille :
éloignez-vous du foyer,
il se fait tard.

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a text in German (Deutsch) by Stefan George (1868 - 1933), no title, appears in Das Jahr der Seele, in Traurige Tänze, no. 28
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This text was added to the website: 2011-12-24
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Word count: 59