by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Zur Warnung
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT ENG FRE FRE ITA
Einmal nach einer lustigen Nacht
War ich am Morgen seltsam aufgewacht:
Durst, Wasserscheu, ungleich Geblüt;
Dabei gerührt und weichlich im Gemüt,
Beinah poetisch, ja, ich bat die Muse um ein Lied.
Sie, mit verstelltem Pathos, spottet' mein,
Gab mir den schnöden Bafel ein:
    "Es schlägt eine Nachtigall
    Am Wasserfall;
    Und ein Vogel ebenfalls,
    Der schreibt sich Wendehals,
    Johann Jakob Wendehals;
    Der tut tanzen
    Bei den Pflanzen
    Ob bemeldten Wasserfalls --"
So ging es fort; mir wurde immer bänger.
Jetzt sprang ich auf: zum Wein! Der war denn auch mein Retter.
-- Merkt's euch, ihr tränenreichen Sänger,
Im Katzenjammer ruft man keine Götter!


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) , "Com advertiment", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "As a warning", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "En avertissement", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , "En guise d'avertissement", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Per avvertimento", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 19
Word count: 101

As a warning
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Once after a merry night
I was oddly awakened one morning:
thirst (but not for water), pounding blood,
feeling disturbed and sentimental;
almost poetically, yes, I begged my Muse for a song.
Pretending pathos, she mocked me,
giving me this contemptible piece of trash:
  "A nightingale is singing
  by the waterfall;
  and another bird as well,
  who signs his name Wendehals,
  Johann Jakob Wendehals;
  who dances
  by the plants
  of the aforesaid waterfall."
and so it continues, and I grew ever more anxious.
Now I sprang up: wine! That would rescue me! 
Mark you well, tearful bards,
when you have a hangover, call upon no gods!


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 19
Word count: 106