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by Johann Baptist Mayrhofer (1787 - 1836)
Translation © by Salvador Pila

Atys
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  CAT DUT ENG FRE
Der Knabe seufzt übers grüne Meer,
Vom fernenden Ufer kam er her.
Er wünscht sich mächtige Schwingen:
Die sollten ihn ins heimische Land,
Woran ihn ewige Sehnsucht mahnt,
Im rauschenden Fluge bringen.

»O Heimweh! unergründlicher Schmerz,
Wie folterst du das junge Herz;
Kann Liebe dich nicht verdrängen?
So willst du die Frucht, die herrlich reift,
Die Gold und flüssiger Purpur streift,
Mit tödtlichem Feuer versengen?

Ich liebe, ich rase -ich hab' sie gesehn.
Die Lüfte durchschnitt sie im Sturmeswehn
Auf löwengezogenem Wagen,
Ich mußte flehn: o nimm mich mit!
Mein Leben ist düster und abgeblüht;
Wirst du meine Bitte versagen?

Sie schaute mit gütigem Lächeln zurück;
Nach Thracien zog uns das Löwengespann,
Da dien' ich als Priester, ihr eigen.
Den Rasenden kränzt ein seliges Glück:
Der Aufgewachte schaudert zurück -
Kein Gott will sich hülfreich erzeigen.

Dort, hinter den Bergen, im scheidenden Strahl
Des Abends, entschlummert mein väterlich Thal;
O wär' ich jenseits der Wellen!«
Seufzet der Knabe, doch Cymbelgetön
Verkündet die Göttin; er stürzt von Höh'n
In Gründe und waldige Stellen.

Note: Schubert received Mayrhofer's texts generally in handwriting; the printed edition of Mayrhofer's poems appeared much later and presents the texts usually in a revised version.

Note: In the poem by Catullus, he is metamorphosed by Cybele into a fir-tree.


Text Authorship:

  • by Johann Baptist Mayrhofer (1787 - 1836)

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), "Atys", D 585 (1817), published 1833 [ voice, piano ], A. Diabelli & Co. VN 4270, Wien [sung text checked 1 time]

Another version of this text exists in the database.

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Atis", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Atys", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Atys", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Atys", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Peter Rastl [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2019-09-15
Line count: 30
Word count: 171

Atis
Language: Catalan (Català)  after the German (Deutsch) 
El jovencell sospira damunt el mar verdós,
ell arribà aquí venint d’una costa llunyana,
voldria tenir unes ales poderoses
que el portessin a la seva pàtria,
la que l’enyorança eternament li recorda,
en un vol fressós.

“Oh enyorament! Patiment insondable,
per què tortures aquest jove cor?
L’amor no et pot foragitar?
Aquest fruit que tan esplèndidament madura,
acaronat d’or i de porpra líquida,
el vols abrusar amb el teu foc mortal?

Jo estimo, m’enfurismo, jo l’he vist,
ella fendia l’aire amb un terbolí tempestuós
damunt d’un carruatge portat per lleons,
vaig haver de suplicar-li: oh, deixa’m anar amb tu!
La meva vida és llòbrega i desflorida;
vols refusar la meva petició?

Ella m’esguardà amb un benèvol somriure;
el tronc de lleons ens portà a Tràcia,
i allà vaig estar al seu servei com sacerdot.
El boig és coronat amb benaurada felicitat
però l’home lúcid recula tremolant;
cap déu estarà disposat a ajudar-lo.

Allà, darrere la muntanya, en la llum morent
del capvespre, s’adorm la vall on vaig néixer;
oh, si jo estigués a l’altre costat de les aigües!”
El jovencell sospira. Però el so dels címbals
anuncia la deessa; ell cau de les altures
a terra, en un lloc boscós.

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to Catalan (Català) copyright © 2017 by Salvador Pila, (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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Based on:

  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Johann Baptist Mayrhofer (1787 - 1836)
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This text was added to the website: 2017-05-13
Line count: 30
Word count: 200

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