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Treibe nur mit Lieben Spott, Geliebte mein; spottet doch der Liebesgott dereinst auch dein! Magst an Spotten nach Gefallen du dich weiden; von dem Weibe kommt uns Allen Lust und Leiden. Treibe nur mit Lieben Spott, Geliebte mein; spottet doch der Liebesgott dereinst auch dein! Bist auch jetzt zu stolz zum Minnen, glaub', o glaube: Liebe wird dich doch gewinnen sich zum Raube, wenn du spottest meiner Not, Geliebte mein, spottet doch der Liebesgott dereinst auch dein! Wer da lebt in Fleisch, erwäge alle Stunden: Amor schläft und plötzlich rege schlägt er Wunden. Treibe nur mit Lieben Spott, Geliebte mein; spottet doch der Liebesgott dereinst auch dein!
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Authorship
- by Paul Heyse (1830 - 1914), no title, appears in Spanisches Liederbuch, in 2. Weltliche Lieder, no. 57 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
- a text in Spanish (Español) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Hugo Wolf (1860 - 1903), "Treibe nur mit Lieben Spott", 1889-90, from Spanisches Liederbuch: Weltliche Lieder, no. 4. [ sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Laura Prichard) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2003-11-20
Line count: 28
Word count: 107
Just keep making fun of love my beloved; The god of love will mock you too someday! You may please yourself, making fun as often as you like; from women, comes to us pleasure and pain. Just keep making fun of love my beloved; The god of love will mock you too someday! Are you even now too proud to be wooed, believe me, oh believe me: Love will win you for its prey. Just as you mock my distress, my beloved, the god of love will mock you too someday! Whoever lives in the flesh, be aware constantly: Love sleeps and [then] suddenly stirs: he leaves wounds. Just keep making fun of love my beloved; The god of love will mock you too someday!
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Translation of title "Treibe nur mit Lieben Spott" = "Just keep making fun of love"Translator's note for line 1-2: "my beloved": often translated “mistress mine” in older texts
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2016 by Laura Prichard, (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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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Paul Heyse (1830 - 1914), no title, appears in Spanisches Liederbuch, in 2. Weltliche Lieder, no. 57
- a text in Spanish (Español) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist
This text was added to the website: 2016-02-08
Line count: 28
Word count: 125