by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850)
Translation © by Robert Schall

Drüben geht die Sonne scheiden
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT ENG ENG ENG FRE
Drüben [geht]1 die Sonne scheiden,
Und der müde Tag entschlief.
Niederhangen hier die Weiden
In den Teich, so still, so tief.

Und ich muß mein Liebstes meiden:
Quill, o Träne, quill hervor!
Traurig säuseln hier die Weiden,
Und im Winde bebt das Rohr.

[In mein stilles, tiefes Leiden
Strahlst du, Ferne! hell und mild,
Wie durch Binsen hier und Weiden
Strahlt des Abendsternes Bild.]2

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1 Marteau: "ging"
2 Lang rearranges this stanza like so:
Wie durch Binsen hier und Weiden
Strahlt des Abendsternes Bild.
In mein stilles, tiefes Leiden
Strahlst du, Ferne! hell und mild.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The sun is sinking over there", copyright ©
  • ENG English [singable] (Walter A. Aue) , "Yonder there the sun is leaving", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English [singable] (Robert Schall) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 64

Over there, the sun is parting
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Over there, the sun is parting
and the tired day finds sleep.
Here, the willows’ veils are drooping
into pools, so still, so deep.

And I have to shun my Dearest:
Well up, tears! Should I not weep?
Here the willows whisper sadly
to the trembling wind-stirred reed.

On my deep and silent sorrow
you shine mildly from afar,
as through rushes, here, and willow
brightly shines the evening star.

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This text was added to the website: 2020-02-25
Line count: 12
Word count: 70