Nach einem Gewitter
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT DUT ENG FRE ITA
Auf den Blumen flimmern Perlen,
Philomelens Klagen fließen;
Muthiger nun dunkle Erlen
In die [blauen]1 Lüfte sprießen.
Und dem Thale, so erblichen,
Kehret holde Röthe wieder,
[Und in duftigen Gerüchen]2
Baden Vögel ihr Gefieder.
Hat die Brust sich ausgewittert,
Seitwärts lehnt der Gott den Bogen -
Und sein golden Antlitz zittert
Reiner auf versöhnten Wogen.
Available sung texts: (what is this?)
• F. Schubert
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Confirmed with Gedichte von Johann Mayrhofer. Wien. Bey Friedrich Volke. 1824, page 28; and with Gedichte von Johann Mayrhofer. Neue Sammlung. Aus dessen Nachlasse mit Biographie und Vorwort herausgegeben von Ernst Freih. v. Feuchtersleben. Wien, 1843. Verlag von Ignaz Klang, Buchhändler, page 127 (here with the title Nach dem Gewitter).
1 Schubert: "reinen"
2 Schubert: "In der Blüten Wohlgerüchen"
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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) , "Després d'una tempesta", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Na een onweer", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "After a thunderstorm", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Après une tempête", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Antonio Zencovich) , "Dopo una tempesta", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 54
After a thunderstorm
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
On the flowers glisten pearls;
Philomel's plaintive song flows;
Bravely now, the dark alders
Spring up in the purified air.
And the valley, so faded and pale,
Gently turns red again;
In the scent of blossoms,
Birds bathe their wings.
Once he has finished storming,
The god leans his bow sideways,
And his golden countenance trembles
All the purer on the appeased waves.
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Line count: 12
Word count: 63