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Nächtens klang die süße Laute, [Wo]1 sie oft zu Nacht geklungen, Nächtens sang der schöne Ritter, Wo er oft zu Nacht gesungen. Und das Fenster klirrte wieder, Donna Clara schaut' herunter, Aber furchtsam ihre Blicke [Schweifend]2 durch das thau'ge Dunkel. Und statt süßer [Minnereden]3, Statt der Schmeichelworte Kunde Hub sie an ein streng Beschwören: "Sag, wer bist Du, finstrer Buhle?" "Sag, bei Dein' und meiner Liebe, Sag, bei Deiner [Seelen Ruhe]4, Bist ein Christ Du? Bist ein Spanier? Stehst Du in der Kirche Bunde?" "Herrin, hoch hast Du beschworen, Herrin, ja, Du sollst's erkunden. Herrin, ach, ich bin kein Spanier, Nicht in Deiner Kirche Bunde. Herrin, bin ein Mohrenkönig, Glüh'nd in Deiner Liebe Gluthen, Groß an Macht und reich an Schätzen, Sonder gleich an tapferm [Muthe]5. Röthlich blüh'n Granadas Gärten, Golden stehn Alhambras Burgen, Mohren harren ihrer [Kön'gin]6, - Fleuch mit mir durch's thau'ge Dunkel." "Fort, Du falscher Seelenräuber, Fort, Du Feind!" - Sie wollt' es rufen, Doch bevor sie Feind gesprochen, Losch das Wort ihr aus im Munde. Ohnmacht hielt in [dunkeln]7 Netzen, Ihr den schönen Leib umschlungen. Er alsbald trug sie zu Rosse, Rasch dann fort im [nächt'gen]8 [Fluge]9.
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Der Zauberring, ein Ritterroman von Friedrich Baron de la Motte Fouqué, Erster Theil. Nürnberg, bei Johann Leonhard Schrag. 1812, pages 152-154; and with Der Zauberring, ein Ritterroman von Friedrich Baron de la Motte Fouqué, Erster Theil. Zweite verbesserte Auflage. Nürnberg, bei Johann Leonhard Schrag. 1816, pages 164-165.
1 Fouqué (1816 edition): "Wie"2 Schubert (Neue Gesamtausgabe): "Schweiften"
3 Schubert: "Minnelieder"
4 Fouqué (1816 edition), and Schubert (Neue Gesamtausgabe): "Seelenruhe"
5 Schubert: "Mut"
6 Schubert: "Königin"
7 Schubert: "dunklen"
8 Schubert (Neue Gesamtausgabe): "mächt'gen"
9 Schubert: "Flug"
Text Authorship:
- by Friedrich Heinrich Karl, Freiherr de La Motte-Fouqué (1777 - 1843), no title, appears in Der Zauberring, Neunzehntes Kapitel, first published 1812 [author's text checked 1 time 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), "Don Gayseros II", D 93 no. 2, published 1894 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Don Gayseros II", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , "Don Gayseros II", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Don Gayseros II", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Richard Morris , Peter Rastl [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 36
Word count: 203
At night the sweet lute sounded As it had sounded on so many nights. At night the handsome knight sang Where he had sung on so many nights. And the window rattled again. Donna Clara looked down. But her look was fearful As she looked around through the dewy darkness. And instead of sweet love songs, Instead of the message of flattering words She raised a strong entreaty, "Tell me, who are you, dark lad? Tell me, by your and my love, Tell me, by your own soul's repose, Are you a Christian? Are you a Spaniard? Do you belong to the fellowship of the Church?" "Mistress, since you beg so seriously, Mistress, yes, you shall be told. Oh, mistress, I am no Spaniard and I am not in the fellowship of your Church. Mistress, I am a Moorish King, Glowing in the flames of your love, Great in power and rich in treasures But also in steadfast courage. Granada's gardens bloom red and The Castles of the Alhambra are golden. Moors await their Queen - Fly with me through the dewy darkness. "Away, you false robber of souls, Away, you enemy!", she wanted to cry But before she had said 'enemy' The word froze in her mouth. Powerlessness held her in dark nets, Embracing her beautiful body. He directly took her on his horse and Set off in rapid and determined flight.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Friedrich Heinrich Karl, Freiherr de La Motte-Fouqué (1777 - 1843), no title, appears in Der Zauberring, Neunzehntes Kapitel, first published 1812
This text was added to the website: 2016-09-11
Line count: 36
Word count: 232