Translation © by Malcolm Wren

Genügsamkeit
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE
"Dort raget ein Berg aus den Wolken her,
Ihn erreicht wohl mein eilender Schritt.
Doch [dort]1 ragen neue, und immer mehr -
Fort, da mich der Drang noch durchglüht."

Es treibt ihn vom schwebenden Rosenlicht
Aus dem ruhigen, heitern Azur. -
Und endlich - waren's die Berge nicht,
Es war seine Sehnsucht nur.

[Und allgemach rings wird es]2 öd und flach,
Und doch [kam]3 er nimmer zurück -
O Götter! gebt mir ein Hüttendach
Im Thal, und ein friedliches Glück!

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Confirmed with Gedichte von Franz von Schober, Stuttgart und Tübingen, J.G.Cotta'scher Verlag, 1842, page 8.

1 omitted by Schubert
2 Schubert: "Doch nun wird es ringsum"
3 Schubert: "kann"

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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) , "Senzillesa", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Lotsaanvaarding", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , "A feeling of sufficiency", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Simplicité", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2018-06-26 10:17:25
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Word count: 80

A feeling of sufficiency
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Over there a mountain sticks out over the clouds
And my hurried steps lead me up to it.
Yet more and more of them tower up
Since the drive is still burning inside me.

He is propelled by the hovering crimson light
That comes out of the calm, clear azure sky.
And in the end there were no mountains,
There was only his longing.

But now all around it is ugly and flat,
And yet he can never go back.
O gods, give me the shelter of a hut
In the valley and peaceful contentment.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2016 by Malcolm Wren, (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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Text added to the website: 2016-09-10 00:00:00
Last modified: 2016-09-10 08:34:30
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Word count: 95