by Moritz, Graf von Strachwitz (1822 - 1847)
Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Mein altes Roß
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG
Mein altes Roß, 
  Mein Spielgenoß,
Was siehst du mich wiehernd an?
  Deine Sehne, wie lahm!
  Mein Mut, wie zahm!
Wir reiten nicht mehr [hindan]1!

Du schüttelst dein Haupt,
  Deine Nüster schnaubt!
Ich glaube, du träumst, Kamerad:
  Wir fliegen zusamm' 
  Über'm Bergeskamm
Den alten geliebten Pfad!

Ein knarrendes Tor,
  Du scharrst davor,
Deine schäumende Stange tropft!
  Ein rauschend Gewand,
  Eine weiße Hand,
Die den funkelnden Hals dir klopft!

Es stäubt der Kies,
  Schlaf süß, schlaf süß;
Und hinaus in die blauende Nacht!
  Auf tauigem Rain 
  Im Mondenschein, 
Dahin mit Macht, mit Macht!

Verhängt den Zaum,
  Im Herzen ein Traum,
Auf der Lippe den letzten Kuß;
  Dumpf hallender Huf
  Und Wachtelruf,
Und fern ein rauschender Fluß!

Einen letzten Blick zurück,
  Zurück, zurück
Auf der Liebsten schlafendes Haus!
  Mein Kamerad, 
  Wie schad', wie schad',
Daß alles, alles ist aus!

Mein Kamerad, 
  Den geliebten Pfad,
Den hat verweht der Schee!
  Und das Tor verbaut
  Und verloren die Braut,
Und mein Herz so weh, so weh!

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1 often modernized to "hin dann"

Authorship

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) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Mijn oude paard, mijn kameraad", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this text: Margo Briessinck , Lau Kanen [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 42
Word count: 161

My aged steed
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
My aged steed,
  My playmate,
Why do you look at me whinnying?
  Your tendons, how lame!
  My spirit, how tame!
We ride forth no longer!
 
You shake your head,
  Your nostrils snort!
I believe you are dreaming, comrade:
  We are flying together
  Over the ridge of the mountains
On the old beloved pathway!
 
A creaking gate,
  You paw the ground before it,
Your foaming bit drips!
  A rustling garment,
  A white hand
That pats your sparkling neck!
 
The gravel flies up like dust,
  Sleep sweetly, sleep sweetly;
And out into the night that is becoming blue!
  Upon the dewy marge,
  In the moonlight,
Onward with strength, with strength!
 
A firm hand on the bridle,
  In my heart a dream,
Upon my lips the last kiss;
  Dully thudding hooves
  And the call of a quail,
And in the distance a rushing river!
 
A last backward glance,
  Back, back
To the sleeping house of the beloved!
  My comrade,
  What a shame, what a shame
That everything, everything is over!
 
My comrade,
  The beloved path
Has been obliterated by snow!
  And the gate has been blocked
  And the bride lost,
And my heart so sore, so sore!

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Translated titles:
"Mein altes Roß" = "My aged steed"
"Mein altes Ross, mein Spielgenoss" = "My aged steed, my playmate"

Authorship

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2015 by Sharon Krebs, (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: 2015-06-09
Line count: 42
Word count: 194