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by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Am Meere
 (Sung text for setting by J. Vesque von Püttlingen)
 See original
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  CAT DUT ENG FRE ITA
Wir saßen am Fischerhause,
Und schauten nach der See;
Die Abendnebel kamen,
Und stiegen in die Höh'.

Im Leuchtturm wurden die Lichter
Allmählich angesteckt,
Und in der weiten Ferne
Ward noch ein Schiff entdeckt.

Wir sprachen von Sturm und Schiffbruch,
Vom Seemann, und wie er lebt,
Und zwischen Himmel und Wasser,
Und Angst und Freude schwebt.

Wir sprachen von fernen Küsten,
Von Süden und von Nord,
Und von den seltsamen Menschen
Und seltsamen Sitten dort.

Am Ganges duftet's und leuchtet's,
Und Riesenbäume blühn,
Und schöne, stille Menschen
Vor Lotosblumen knien.

In Lappland sind schmutzige Leute,
Plattköpfig, breitmäulig und klein;
Sie kauern ums Feuer und backen
Sich Fische, und quacken und schrein.

Die Mädchen horchten ernsthaft,
Und endlich sprach niemand mehr;
Das Schiff war nicht mehr sichtbar,
Es dunkelte gar zu sehr.

Composition:

    Set to music by Johann Vesque von Püttlingen (1803 - 1883), "Am Meere", op. 22 no. 2, published 1851, from Die Heimkehr : 88 Gedichte aus H. Heine's Reisebildern, no. 7

Text Authorship:

  • by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 7

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "'s Avonds aan het strand", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "We sat at the fisherman's house", copyright ©
  • ENG English (Emma Lazarus) , appears in Poems and Ballads of Heinrich Heine, first published 1881
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Presso la casa del pescatore", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 28
Word count: 133

We sat at the fisherman's house
 (Sung text translation for setting by J. Vesque von Püttlingen)
 See original
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
 We sat at the fisherman's house,
 and gazed out at the sea;
 the evening mists arrived,
 and climbed into the heights.

 At the lighthouse the lights were
 gradually lit,
 and in the far-off distance
 was discovered yet another ship.

 We spoke of storms and shipwrecks,
 of the seaman and how he lives,
 and of hovering between sky and water,
 between fear and joy.

 We spoke of far-off coasts,
 of the South and of the North,
 and of the odd people
 and odd customs there.

 At the Ganges, it is fragrant and shimmering:
 and giant trees bloom there,
 and fair, quiet people
 kneel before lotus flowers.

 In Lapland there are dirty people,
 flat-headed, broad-mouthed, small;
 they crouch around the fire and bake
 fish, and squeak and scream.

 The maidens listened earnestly,
 and finally no one spoke any more;
 The ship was no longer visible,
 for it was now much too dark.

Text Authorship:

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

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Based on:

  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 7
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 28
Word count: 151

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