by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)
Translation by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

I plucked your flower, O world!
Language: English  after the Bangla (Bengali) 
Available translation(s): FRE GER
I plucked your flower, O world!
I pressed it to my heart and the thorn pricked.
When the day waned and it darkened, 
I found that the flower had faded, 
but the pain remained.

More flowers will come to you 
with perfume and pride, O world!
But my time for flower-gathering is over, 
and through the dark night I have not my rose, 
only the pain remains.

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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):

Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:

  • Also set in Czech (Čeština), a translation by František Balej (1873 - 1918) ; composed by Josef Bohuslav Foerster.
  • Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Jan Śliwiński (1884 - 1950) , no title, appears in Der Gärtner, no. 57, first published 1916 ; composed by Hanns Eisler, Hans Gál.
  • Also set in Italian (Italiano), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by Franco Alfano, Giulio Balestrazzi.
  • Also set in Spanish (Español), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by Manuel M. Ponce.
  • Also set in Swedish (Svenska), a translation by Andrea Butenschön (1866 - 1948) ; composed by Lennart Hedwall.
  • Also set in Swedish (Svenska), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by Erkki Gustaf Melartin.

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

  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "J'ai cueilli ta fleur", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2010-02-07
Line count: 10
Word count: 67

Smärtan
Language: Swedish (Svenska)  after the English 
O värld, jag har plockat dina blomster.
Jag har tryckt dem till mitt hjärta
och törnerna stungo mig.
Då dagen försvann och det mörknade,
fann jag att blomstren voro vissnade,
men smärtan, smärtan satt kvar.
O värld, du får nya blomster med doftoch prakt.
Men för mig är blomsterplockningens tid till ända,
och i den långa natten har jag inga rosor,
men smärtan, smärtan är ensam kvar!

Authorship:

Based on:

Based on:

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2018-11-13
Line count: 10
Word count: 67