by Hermann von Lingg (1820 - 1905)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Immer leiser wird mein Schlummer
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG FRE ITA SPA
Immer leiser wird mein Schlummer,
Nur wie Schleier liegt mein Kummer
  Zitternd über mir.
Oft im Traume hör' ich dich
Rufen drauß vor [meiner]1 Tür:
Niemand wacht und öffnet dir,
  Ich erwach' und weine bitterlich.

Ja, ich werde sterben müssen,
Eine Andre wirst du küssen,
  Wenn ich bleich und kalt.
Eh' die Maienlüfte [wehen,]2
Eh' die Drossel singt im Wald:
Willst du [einmal noch mich sehen]3,
  [Komm, o komme bald!]4

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1 Orff: "der"
2 Brahms: "wehn"
3 Brahms: "mich noch einmal sehn"; Hiller, Orff, Pfitzner: "mich noch einmal sehen"
4 Thuille: "Komme bald, o komme, komme bald!"

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

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

  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "My slumber grows ever more peaceful", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Chanson", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Il mio sonno diventa sempre più leggero", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (unknown or anonymous translator) , "Mi reposo se hace más y más quedo", written 2009


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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:39
Line count: 14
Word count: 70

My slumber grows ever more peaceful
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
My slumber grows ever more peaceful;
and only like a thin veil now does my anxiety
lie trembling upon me.
Often in my dreams I hear you
calling outside my door;
no one is awake to let you in,
and I wake up and weep bitterly.

Yes, I will have to die;
another will you kiss,
when I am pale and cold.
Before the May breezes blow,
before the thrush sings in the forest:
if you wish to see me once more,
come, o come soon!

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

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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:39
Line count: 14
Word count: 86