You fill bush and valley again | You fill bush and valley again

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by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)

Translation © by Emily Ezust

An den Mond

(Sung text for setting by J. Kinkel)

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Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: CAT CHI DUT ENG FRE ITA SPA

Füllest wieder Busch und Thal
Still mit Nebelglanz,
Lösest endlich auch einmal
Meine Seele ganz;

 ... 

Jeden Nachklang fühlt mein Herz
Froh- und trüber Zeit,
Wandle zwischen Freud' und Schmerz
In der Einsamkeit.

Fließe, fließe, lieber Fluß!
Nimmer werd' ich froh,
So verrauschte Scherz und Kuß,
Und die Treue so.

Ich besaß es doch einmal,
Was so köstlich ist!
Daß man doch zu seiner Qual
Nimmer es vergißt!

Rausche, Fluß, das Thal entlang,
Ohne Rast und Ruh,
Rausche, flüstre meinem Sang
Melodien zu,

Wenn du in der Winternacht
Wüthend überschwillst,
Oder um die Frühlingspracht
Junger Knospen quillst.

Selig, wer sich vor der Welt
Ohne Haß verschließt,
Einen Freund am Busen hält
Und mit dem genießt,

Was, von Menschen nicht gewußt
Oder nicht bedacht,
Durch das Labyrinth der Brust
Wandelt in der Nacht.

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3-9 of the original text.

Note: The initial version of this poem, sent to Charlotte von Stein in March 1778, was not published by Goethe (see below).

Note for stanza 6, line 2: in one of Schubert's settings (D 296 only), this line is "Ohne Rast, und ohne Ruh".

Composition:

Johanna Kinkel

Text Authorship:

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832), "An den Mond", written 1777, first published 1789

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

CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
CHI Chinese (中文) [singable] (Dr Huaixing Wang) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Aan de maan", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "You fill bush and valley again", copyright ©
FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Alla luna", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
SPA Spanish (Español) (Elisa Rapado) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Richard Morris , Peter Rastl [Guest Editor] , Johann Winkler

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 36
Word count: 150

You fill bush and valley again

(Sung text translation for setting by J. Kinkel)

See original

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

You fill bush and valley again
quietly with a splendid mist
and finally set loose
entirely my soul.

 ... 

Every echo my heart feels,
of happy and troubled times;
I alternate between joy and pain
in my solitude.

Flow, flow on, dear river!
Never shall I be cheerful,
so faded away have jokes and kisses become -
and faithfulness as well.

I possessed once
something so precious,
that, to my torment,
it can never be forgotten now.

Murmur, river, beside the valley,
without rest and calm;
murmur on, whispering for my song
your melodies,

whenever you, on winter nights,
ragingly flood over,
or, in the splendor of spring,
help swell young buds.

Blissful is he who, away from the world,
locks himself without hate,
holding to his heart one friend
and enjoying with him

that which is unknown to most men
or never contemplated,
and which, through the labyrinth of the heart,
wanders in the night.

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3-9 of the original text.

Text Authorship:

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