Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT CAT CHI DUT ENG FRE SPA
Erwin
Ihr verblühet, süße Rosen,
Meine Liebe trug euch nicht;
Blühet, ach! dem Hoffnungslosen,
Dem der Gram die Seele bricht!
Der auf erste Knöspchen lauernd
früh zu seinem Garten ging,
ach der Tage denk ich trauernd,
als ich Engel an dir hing.
Alle Blüten, alle Früchte
Noch zu deinen Füßen trug
Und vor deinem Angesichte
Hoffnung mir im Herzen schlug.
Ihr verblühet, süße Rosen,
Meine Liebe trug euch nicht;
Blühtet, ach! dem Hoffnungslosen,
Dem der Gram die Seele bricht.
Note: in Perfall's score, there are two typos: stanza 2, line 4, word 5 is "hin" instead of "ging"; and stanza 3, line 4, word 5 is "trug" instead of "schlug".
Composition:
Set to music by Fanny Hensel (1805 - 1847), "Erwin", op. 7 no. 2
Text Authorship:
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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
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Manuel Capdevila i Font) , copyright © 2025, (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) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Juan Henríquez Concepción) , "El tiempo de las rosas", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust
[Administrator] , Lau Kanen
[Guest Editor] , Sharon Krebs
[Senior Associate Editor], Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 17
Word count: 81
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
Erwin
You are wilting, sweet roses -
my love could not sustain you.
Bloom for hopelessness then,
for he whose soul is breaking from sorrow!
Bloom for him who waits for your first bud,
going to his garden early;
alas, I think mournfully of those days
when I hung on you, my angel.
Every blossom, every fruit
I carried to your feet;
and before your countenance,
hope throbbed in my heart.
You are wilting, sweet roses -
my love could not sustain you.
Bloom for hopelessness then,
for he whose soul is breaking from sorrow!
Translations of titles:
"Arie aus Erwin und Elmire" = "Aria from Erwin and Elmire"
"Erwin" = "Erwin"
"Ihr verblühet" = "You are wilting"
"Ihr verblühet suße Rosen" = "You are wilting, sweet roses"
"Romanze" = "Romance"
"Wehmut" = "Melancholy"
"Wehmuth" = "Melancholy"
"Zur Rosenzeit" = "To the time of roses"
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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