by John Olaf Paulsen (1851 - 1924)
Translation © by Pierre Mathé

Et Håb
Language: Danish (Dansk) 
Available translation(s): ENG FRE GER
Jeg kunde juble for alle Vinde
min Glæde ud! Vil man den forstå?
Nei, bedst jeg varsomt den lukker inde
her hos mig selv i mit Hjertes Vrå.

Mit Hjerte brænder, det bæver, banker
i Takten, o, til en Jubelsang!
Mit Hoved gløder af Vårens Tanker.
Hvor vild og lystelig deres Gang.

Foran mit Øre det bruser, sjunger
som Tonerne fra et Englekor.
Med tusind sladrende, søde Tunger,
det røber mig, hvad i Fremtid bor.

Ak! tør jeg tro det! Jeg vil så gjerne.
Hvor Håbet flammer og kaster Skin!
Ud fra det tause, det dunkle Fjerne
en Stjerne stråler - og det er min!

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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)

Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:

  • Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist , "Hoffnung" ; composed by Anton Eberhardt, Paul Pfitzner.

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

  • ENG English (Nigel Parker) , "Hope", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Un espoir", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) [singable] (Bertram Kottmann) , "Ein Hoffen", copyright © 2019, (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.
Line count: 16
Word count: 105

Un espoir
Language: French (Français)  after the Danish (Dansk) 
Je pourrais crier ma joie à tous les vent
mon bonheur sera-t-il compris ?
Non, il serait plus prudent de l'enfermer
en moi-même, dans un recoin de mon cœur.

Mon cœur est brûlant, il palpite et bat
au rythme d'un chant d'allégresse !
Les pensées du printemps embrasent ma tête.
Comme leur flot est sauvage et joyeux !

Il gronde dans mes oreilles, s'élève
comme le chant d'un chœur d'anges.
De ses mille langues babillardes et douces,
il m'annonce ce qui habite le futur.

Hélas, comment y croire ! Je le voudrais tant !
Là l'espoir flamboie et jette sa lumière !
Au loin, dans le silence et le lointain obscur
une étoile rayonne, et c'est la mienne !

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This text was added to the website: 2015-06-08
Line count: 16
Word count: 119