Ja, spanne nur den Bogen, mich zu tödten,
Du himmlisch Weib! im [zornigen]1 Erröthen
Noch reitzender. 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 noch 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.
Available sung texts: (what is this?)
• F. Schubert
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Confirmed with Gedichte von Johann Mayrhofer. Wien. Bey Friedrich Volke. 1824, page 158. Note: contemporary German would change the following spellings: "tödten" -> "töten", "Erröthen" -> "Erröten", "athmet" -> "atmet", "freyer" -> "freier", "Schleyer" -> "Schleier".
Please note: the title of this poem is not a mistake, as many have written to tell us. "Der" is the feminine dative case of the definite article; and the adjective that follows uses the proper matching weak-inflection ending.
1 Schubert: "zürnenden"
2 Schubert: "blühenden"
3 Schubert: "er athmet"
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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) , "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
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 13
Word count: 85
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.