by Friedrich Rückert (1788 - 1866)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Mit vierzig Jahren
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG FRE ITA
Mit vierzig Jahren ist der Berg erstiegen,
Wir stehen still und schaun zurück;
Dort sehen wir der Kindheit stilles liegen
Und dort der Jugend lautes Glück.

Noch einmal schau', und dann gekräftigt weiter
Erhebe deinen Wanderstab!
Hindehnt ein Bergesrücken sich ein breiter
Und hier nicht, drüben gehts hinab.

Nicht athmend aufwärts brauchst du mehr zu steigen,
Die Ebene zieht von selbst dich fort;
Dann wird sie sich mit dir unmerklich neigen,
Und eh du's denkst, bist du im Port.

First published in Deutscher Musenalmanach, 1883.

Authorship

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

  • by Johannes Brahms (1833 - 1897), "Mit vierzig Jahren", op. 94 (Fünf Lieder für 1 tiefe Stimme -- für 1 hohe Stimme mit Pianoforte) no. 1 (1883/4), published 1884 [low voice or high voice and piano], Berlin, Simrock [
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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , title 1: "At forty years", copyright ©
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , title 1: "A quarant'anni", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , title 1: "Met veertig jaren", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:48
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At forty years
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
 At forty years, the mountain has been climbed,
 we stand still and look back;
 there we see our childhood lying quietly,
 and there the noisy happiness of youth.

 Look once more, and then, strengthened again,
 Heft your walking-stick!
  Stretching before you is a mountain ridge - a broad one -
 and not here, but farther along, it begins to go downward.

 Without breathing, you need to climb farther upwards,
 for the plain will pull you forward itself;
 then it will slope downward imperceptibly with you,
 And before you think about it, you will be in port.

Authorship

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:48
Line count: 12
Word count: 97