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by Caroline Pichler (1769 - 1843)
Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Ferne von der großen Stadt
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  CAT DUT ENG FRE
Ferne von der großen Stadt,
Nimm mich auf in deine Stille,
Thal, das mit [der]1 Frühlings Fülle
Die Natur geschmücket hat!
Wo kein Lärmen, kein Getümmel
Meinen Schlummer kürzer macht,
Und ein ewig heitrer Himmel
Über sel'gen Fluren lacht!
 
Freuden, die die Ruhe beut,
Will ich ungestört hier schmecken,
Hier, wo Bäume mich bedecken,
Und die Linde Duft verstreut.
Diese Quelle sey mein Spiegel,
Mein Parkett der junge Klee,
Und der frisch beras'te Hügel
Sey mein grünes Kanapeh.
 
Deiner mütterlichen Spur,
Dem Gesetz, das ungerochen
Noch kein Sterblicher gebrochen,
Will ich folgen, o Natur!
Aus dem dunkeln Schooß der Erden
Will ich Freuden mir erzieh'n,
Und aus Baum und Blume, werden
Seligkeiten mir erblüh'n.
 
Mein zufriednes Herz erfreut
An den selbstgepflegten Keimen,
An den hoffnungsvollen Bäumen
Sich mit [Vaterzärtlichkeit]2.
Wenn die Blumen sich vermählen
In der Sonne mildem Licht:
Will ich jede Blüthe zählen,
Die mir süße Frucht verspricht.
 
Meine Bienenrepublik
Summet dort im Lindenschatten,
Bringt von blumenvollen Matten
Mir des Honigs Gold zurück.
Auf des Hügels trocknem Rasen
Halb im Schatten hingestreckt,
Seh ich meine Lämmer grasen,
Die das feinste Vließ bedeckt.
 
Wenn durch Fleiß und Sonnenbrand
Früh die schwächern Kräfte schwinden,
Ruh' ich in des Thales Gründen
An der Felsenquelle Rand.
Ihre Lieb' und ihren Kummer
Singt die Turteltaub' im Hain;
Und es wiegt in sanften Schlummer
Mich der Quelle Murmeln ein.
 
Hebt der milde Herbst sein Haupt,
Mit dem [Früchtekranz]3 geschmücket,
Aus den Fluren, und erblicket
Rings die Gärten halb entlaubt:
O wie laben dann den Gaumen
Trauben, die mein Weinstock trägt,
Oder blau bereifte Pflaumen
Von dem Baum, den ich gepflegt.
 
Endlich, wenn der Nordwind stürmt
Durch die blätterlosen Wälder,
Und auf die erstarrten Felder
Ganze Schneegebirge thürmt;
Dann verkürzet am Kamine
Freundschaft mir die Winternacht,
Bis geschmückt mit frischem Grüne
Neu der junge Lenz erwacht.

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•   F. Schubert 

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Confirmed with Idyllen. von Carolina Pichler, gebornen von Greiner. Wien Im Verlage bey Anton Pichler. 1803, pages 24-27; and with Sämmtliche Werke von Caroline Pichler, gebornen von Greiner. Zwölfter Theil. Wien, 1813. Gedruckt und im Verlage bey Anton Strauß, pages 30-33.

1 Pichler (1813 and later editions), and Schubert: "des"
2 Pichler (1813 and later editions), and Schubert: "Mutterzärtlichkeit"
3 Pichler (1813 and later editions), and Schubert: "Früchtenkranz"

Text Authorship:

  • by Caroline Pichler (1769 - 1843), no title, appears in Idyllen, in 2. Der Sommerabend, first published 1803 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by Franz Peter Schubert (1797 - 1828), "Lied", D 483 (1816), published 1895 [sung text checked 1 time]

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Cançó", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Lied", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Song", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this page: Lau Kanen [Guest Editor] , Peter Rastl [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 64
Word count: 304

Song
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Far from the great city,
Admit me into your stillness,
Valley, which with the fullness of spring
Nature has adorned!
Where no noises, no bustle
Shortens my slumber,
And an eternally blue sky
Smiles over blissful meadows!
 
Joys, which are proffered by peace,
I wish to savour undisturbed here,
Here, where trees cover me,
And the linden tree scatters scent.
This well-spring shall be my mirror,
My parquet the young clover,
And the hill, freshly covered in green lawn,
Shall be my green sofa.
 
Your motherly trace,
The law, which without retribution
No mortal has yet broken,
I wish to follow, oh nature!
From the dark womb of the earth
I shall raise joys for myself,
And from out of tree and flower shall
Felicities blossom for me.
 
My contented heart rejoices
In the seedlings I nursed myself,
In the hope-filled trees,
With motherly tenderness.
When the flowers wed each other
In the mild light of the sun,
I shall count every blossom
That promises me sweet fruit.
 
My republic of bees
Is buzzing there in the shade of the linden trees,
From the flower-filled meadows is bringing
Back to me honey's gold.
Upon the hills dry grass
Stretched out half in shadow,
I see my lambs grazing,
[Lambs that are] covered in the finest fleece.
 
When through diligence and the effects of the burning sun
Soon my weaker forces vanish,
I rest in the depths of the valley
At the rim of the water-spring in the rocks.
The turtledove in the grove sings
Of its love and its sorrow,
And I am rocked into soft slumber
By the water-spring's murmuring.
 
When gentle autumn lifts its head,
Adorned with a wreath of fruits,
From the meadows and sees
All around the gardens, half-denuded of foliage;
Oh how my palate is then refreshed by
Grapes, which my vine bears,
Or by blue bloomy plums
From the tree that I tended.
 
Finally, when the northwind storms
Through the leafless forests
And upon the frozen fields
Piles up entire mountain ranges of snow:
Then beside my fireplace the winter nights
Are shortened by friendship,
Until, adorned with fresh green,
The young springtime awakens anew.

Text 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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Based on:

  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Caroline Pichler (1769 - 1843), no title, appears in Idyllen, in 2. Der Sommerabend, first published 1803
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This text was added to the website: 2015-07-04
Line count: 64
Word count: 361

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