Translation © by Malcolm Wren

An dem jungen Morgenhimmel
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE
An dem jungen Morgenhimmel
Steht die reine Sonne klar,
Aber Blut quillt auf der Wiese,
Und ein Roß, des Reiters baar,
Trabt verschüchtert in der Runde,
Starr steht eine reis'ge Schaar.
Mohrenkönig, bist erschlagen
Von dem tapfern Brüderpaar,
Das Dein kühnes Räuberwagniß
Nahm im grünen Forste wahr!
Donna Clara kniet bei'm Leichnam
Aufgelöst ihr goldnes Haar,
Sonder Scheue nun bekennend,
Wie ihr lieb der Todte war.
Brüder bitten, Priester lehren,
Eins nur bleibt ihr offenbar.
Sonne geht, und Sterne kommen,
Auf und nieder schwebt der Aar,
Alles auf der Welt ist Wandel
Sie allein unwandelbar.
Endlich bau'n die treuen Brüder
Dort Kapell' ihr und Altar,
Betend nun verrinnt ihr Leben,
Tag für Tag und Jahr für Jahr,
Bringt verhauchend sich als Opfer
Für des Liebsten Seele dar.

About the headline (FAQ)

Confirmed with Der Zauberring, ein Ritterroman von Friedrich Baron de la Motte Fouqué. Erster Theil. Nürnberg, bei Johann Leonhard Schrag, 1812, page 154-155.


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) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Don Gayseros III", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , "Don Gayseros III", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Don Gayseros III", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Research team for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Richard Morris , Peter Rastl [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 26
Word count: 127

Don Gayseros III
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
In the young morning sky
The pure sun stands bright,
But blood is flowing on the meadow
And a horse, riderless,
Is trotting, afraid, in a circle.
A band of mercenaries is standing there.
Moorish King, you have been slain
By a steadfast pair of brothers.
Your bold attempt at robbery
In the green forest had beeen witnessed!

Donna Clara kneels by the body and
Lets down her golden hair.
Without shame she now acknowledges
How much she loved the dead man.
Brothers pray, priests learn!
One thing now remains clear to you.
The sun sets and stars come out.
The eagle soars up and swoops down.
Everything on earth is change;
She alone is unchanging.
Finally the faithful brothers build
A chapel there for her, and an altar;
Her life now passes in prayer,
Day in, day out, year in, year out.
She offers all of herself as a sacrifice
For the beloved soul.


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This text was added to the website: 2016-09-11
Line count: 26
Word count: 155