by Johann Baptist Mayrhofer (1787 - 1836)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Der zürnenden Diana
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE ITA
Ja, spanne nur den Bogen, mich zu tödten,
Du himmlisch Weib! im [zornigen]1 Erröthen
Noch reizender. Ich werd' es nie bereuen:

Daß ich dich sah am [buschigen]2 Gestade
Die Nymphen überragen in dem Bade;
Der Schönheit Funken in die Wildniß streuen.

Den Sterbenden wird doch dein Bild erfreuen.
Er athmet reiner, [athmet]3 freyer,
Wem du gestrahlet ohne Schleyer.

Dein Pfeil, er traf - doch linde rinnen
Die warmen Wellen aus der Wunde:
Noch zittert vor den matten Sinnen
Des Schauens süße letzte Stunde.

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Confirmed with Gedichte von Johann Mayrhofer. Wien. Bey Friedrich Volke. 1824, page 158.

1 Schubert: "zürnenden"
2 Schubert: "blühenden"
3 Schubert: "er athmet"

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) , "A l'enutjada Diana", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Aan de woedende Diana", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "To the angry Diana", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "À Diane en colère", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "All'adirata Diana", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this text: Richard Morris , Peter Rastl [Guest Editor]

Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2018-08-06 05:35:28
Line count: 13
Word count: 83

To the angry Diana
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Yes, draw your bow to kill me,
divine lady! in a wrathful blush
you are even more alluring. I will never regret:

Seeing you on the bushy bank,
towering over the nymphs in their bath,
spreading sparks of beauty in the wilderness.

Your image will gladden this dying man.
He breathes more purely, he breathes more freely -
he upon whom you shone unveiled.

Your arrow - it hits its mark - yet running gently
from the wound are warm waves.
My fading senses still tremble
as they look on you in this last sweet moment.

Authorship

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:41
Line count: 13
Word count: 96