Translation © by Emily Ezust

Der Flug der Zeit
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE
Es floh die Zeit im Wirbelfluge
Und trug des Lebens Plan mit sich.
Wohl stürmisch war es auf dem Zuge,
Beschwerlich oft und widerlich.

So ging es fort durch alle Zonen,
Durch Kinderjahre, [Jugendglück]1,
Durch Thäler, wo die Freuden wohnen,
Die sinnend sucht der Sehnsucht Blick.

Bis an der Freundschaft lichtem Hügel
Die Zeit nun sanfter, stiller flog,
Und endlich da die raschen Flügel
In süßer Ruh zusammenbog.

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Note: No published source of this poem is known. Most likely Schubert received the text in manuscript form from Széchényi, the dedicatee of Schubert's op. 7.

1 Schubert: "durch Jugendglück"

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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)

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El volar del temps", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "De vlucht van de tijd", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The Flight of Time", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le vol du temps", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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

Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2018-02-23 07:39:09
Line count: 12
Word count: 68

The Flight of Time
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Time flew by in a swirling flight
 And took with it the plan of life.
 Quite stormy was it during the journey,
 Often exhausting and unpleasant.

 Thus it went forth through every age,
 Through childhood years, through youthful happiness,
 And through valleys in which joys live,
 Sought by the reflective gaze of Longing...

Until, to the bright hill of friendship
Time came, flying now more gently and tranquilly;
 And there at last it bent its swift wings
 Together in sweet repose.

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  • 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: 81