An baches ranft
Die einzigen frühen
Die hasel blühen.
Ein vogel pfeift
In kühler au.
Ein leuchten streift
Erwärmt uns sanft
Und zuckt und bleicht.
Das feld ist brach ·
Der baum noch grau...
Blumen streut vielleicht
Der lenz uns nach.
About the headline (FAQ)
Confirmed with Stefan George, Gesamt-Ausgabe der Werke, Band 6 / 7, Der siebente Ring, Berlin, 1931, page 158.
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Theodor W. Adorno (1903 - 1969), "An baches ranft", 1921/1922 [ voice and piano ], from Sechs Lieder aus »Der siebente Ring« von Stefan George, no. 3 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Maria Herz (1878 - 1950), "An Baches Ranft" [ voice and piano ], from Drei Lieder, no. 2, from Fünf Lieder auf Worte von Stefan George (für Singstimme und großes Orchester), no. 2 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Wolfgang Michael Rihm (1952 - 2024), "Lied", op. 1 no. 9 (1969) [sung text not yet checked]
- by Rudi Spring (b. 1962), "Frühlingsahnung I", op. 98b no. 1 (2022) [ bass and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Anton von Webern (1883 - 1945), "An Baches Ranft", op. 3 (Fünf Lieder aus 'Der siebente Ring') no. 3 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Max Zehnder (1901 - 1972), "An baches ranft", 1929 [ soprano and piano ], from Fünf Lieder für Sopran und Klavier, no. 3 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "At the edge of the brook", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Au bord du ruisseau", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- IRI Irish (Gaelic) [singable] (Gabriel Rosenstock) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Jakob Kellner
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 41
Ar bhruach na habhann
Go moch is é leis féin
an coll faoin ngréin.
Lig éinín fead
Sa chluain shéimh.
Is ga mar scead
Faoi scáil na gcrann
Is crith ’dul as.
An talamh bán,
An crann fós glas…
Blátha beidh go fras
’S an t-earrach ann.
