Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT DUT ENG FRE ITA SPA SPA
Geuß, lieber Mond, geuß deine Silberflimmer
Durch dieses Buchengrün,
Wo Phantasien und Traumgestalten immer
Vor mir vorüberfliehn!
Enthülle dich, daß ich die Stätte finde,
Wo oft mein Mädchen saß,
Und oft, im Wehn des Buchbaums und der Linde,
Der goldnen Stadt vergaß!
Enthülle dich, daß ich des Strauchs mich freue,
Der Kühlung ihr gerauscht,
Und einen Kranz auf jeden Anger streue,
Wo sie den Bach belauscht!
Dann, lieber Mond, dann nimm den Schleier wieder,
Und traur' um deinen Freund,
Und weine durch den Wolkenflor hernieder,
Wie dein Verlaßner weint!
The poet's name in the first edition (Göttinger Musenalmanach 1775) is given as "T.".
Composition:
Set to music by Franz Peter Schubert (1797 - 1828), "An den Mond", op. 57 no. 3, D 193 (1815), published 1826
Text Authorship:
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "A la lluna", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Aan de maan", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "To the moon", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "À la lune", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Alla luna", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Mercedes Vivas) , "A la luna", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Elisa Rapado) , "A la luna", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust
[Administrator] , Sharon Krebs
[Senior Associate Editor], Peter Rastl
[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 90
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
Pour, dear moon, pour your silver glimmer
down through the greenery of beeches,
where phantasms and dream-shapes
are always floating before me!
Reveal yourself, that I may find the place
where my darling often sat,
and often forgot, in the wind of beech and linden trees,
the golden city.
Reveal yourself, that I may enjoy the bushes
which swept coolness to her,
and that I may lay a wreath upon every meadow
where she listened to the brook.
Then, dear moon, then take up your veil again
and mourn your friend,
and weep through the clouds
as one abandoned weeps!
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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Line count: 16
Word count: 100