by Conrad Ferdinand Meyer (1825 - 1898)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Im Spätboot
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE ITA
Aus der Schiffsbank mach ich meinen Pfühl.
Endlich wird die heiße Stirne kühl!
O wie suß erkaltet mir das Herz!
O wie weich verstummen Lust und Schmerz!
Über mir des Rohres schwarzer Rauch
Wiegt und biegt sich in des Windes Hauch.
Hüben hier und drüben wieder dort
Hält das Boot an manchem kleinen Port:
Bei der Schiffslaterne kargem Schein
Steigt ein Schatten aus und niemand ein.
Nur der Steurer noch, der wacht und steht!
Nur der Wind, der mir im Haare weht!
Schmerz und Lust erleiden sanften Tod.
Einen Schlummrer trägt das dunkle Boot.

Confirmed with Conrad Ferdinand Meyer, Gedichte, fünfte vermehrte Auflage, Leipzig: H. Haessel, 1892, page 39. Appears in 2. Stunde. Reprint, ed. by Karl Maria Guth, Berlin: Hofenberg, 2015.


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) , "Al darrer vaixell", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "In de laatste boot", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "In the last boat", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Nicolas Certenais) , "Dans le Bateau tardif", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Nella barca della sera", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this text: Melanie Trumbull

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 14
Word count: 94

In the last boat
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
 The boat's bench I make my pillow.
 Finally is my hot forehead cool!
 O, how sweetly does my heart grow colder!
 How softly joys and pains are stilled!
 Above me the black smoke from the funnel
 sways and wavers in the breath of the breeze.
 Over here and then over there
 the boat puts in at many a small port:
 by the dim glow of the ship's lantern
 a shadow disembarks and no one comes on board.
 Only the helmsman is left, standing watching!
 Only the wind, that ruffles my hair!
 Pain and joy die a gentle death.
 The dark boat bears away this sleeping man.


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

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 14
Word count: 107