by Heinrich Hüttenbrenner (1799 - 1830)
Translation © by Salvador Pila

Wehmut
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  CAT DUT ENG FRE
Die Abendglocke tönet,
Vom Himmel sinkt die Ruh;
Das Auge grambetränet
Nur schließet sich nicht zu.

Daß meine Jugend fliehet
Allein und ungeliebt,
Daß jeder Kranz verblühet,
Das ist, was mich betrübt.

Und als ich sie gefunden,
War Herz und Welt nur Lust,
Und seit sie mir entschwunden,
Ist Atmen ein Verlust.

Der Strom aus Felsen quillend,
Die Berge lieben nicht;
Nur's arme Herz, das fühlend,
So leicht von Kummer bricht.

O töne, sanft Geläute,
In's stille Tal [hinaus]1,
Der Morgen deckt das Heute,
Den Gram das Grabeshaus.

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Note: Schubert received Hüttenbrenner's poem in handwritten form. It has not been published independently from Schubert's song.

1 Schubert (Neue Gesamtausgabe): "hinab"

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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):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Melangia", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Verdriet", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , "Melancholy", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Mélancolie", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 90

Melangia
Language: Catalan (Català)  after the German (Deutsch) 
La campana del vespre sona,
la pau davalla del cel;
els ulls plens de llàgrimes d’aflicció
no es poden tancar.

Que la meva joventut s’enfugi
sol i sense ser estimat, 
que cada garlanda es marceixi,
això és el que m’entristeix.

I quan jo la vaig trobar,
el cor i el món eren pura joia
i, des que ella em desaparegué,
respirar és un malguany.

El torrent que brolla de les roques,
les muntanyes no estimen; 
només el pobre cor que, ple de sentiment,
tan fàcilment d’aflicció es trenca.

Oh sons, dolç repic de campanes,
vers el fons de la tranquil·la vall,
el matí embolcalla l’avui
i la pena el sepulcre.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to Catalan (Català) copyright © 2014 by Salvador Pila, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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This text was added to the website: 2014-03-12
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Word count: 110