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Sie wankt dahin; die Abendwinde spielen,
Ihr Apfelblüten zu;
Die Vögelein, so ihre Nähe fühlen,
Erwachen aus der Ruh.
Wie ihr Gewand im Mondenglanze flittert,
Und ihres Busens Flor!
Sie wankt dahin; der helle Vollmond zittert
Aus jeder Well' hervor.
...
Verdeckt mir nicht, ihr hangenden Gesträuche,
Ihr lächelndes Gesicht;
Sie tanzt so schön auf ihrem Silberteiche:
Ihr Erlen, bergt sie nicht.
Weht, Winde, weht, o flügelt sie, ihr Winde,
An diese Laub' heran,
Daß ich mich ihr im Schauer dieser Linde
Beseligt nahen kann.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2,4-5 of the original text.
Composition:
- Set to music by Fanny Hensel (1805 - 1847), "Die Schiffende", 1827, stanzas 1-2,4-5
Text Authorship:
- by Ludwig Heinrich Christoph Hölty (1748 - 1776), "Die Schiffende", written 1774, first published 1775
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "La navegant", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "De varende", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The floating vision", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Peter Rastl [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 20
Word count: 110
She slips by, the evening winds playfully blow
apple blossoms at her;
the little birds, sensing she is near,
awaken from their rest.
How her robe gleams in the moonlight,
and the gauze of her bosom!
She slips by, the bright full moon trembles
from every wave.
...
Hanging bushes, do not hide from me
her smiling face;
she dances so beautifully on her silver pond;
You alders, conceal her not!
Blow, winds, blow; o give her wings, you winds,
bring her to this grove,
so that, beneath this sheltering linden tree,
I can blissfully be near her.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2,4-5 of the original text.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Ludwig Heinrich Christoph Hölty (1748 - 1776), "Die Schiffende", written 1774, first published 1775
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Line count: 20
Word count: 122
