by (Gottlob Ferdinand) Max(imilian) Gottfried von Schenkendorf (1783 - 1817)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Frühlingstrost
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  CAT DUT ENG FRE
Es weht um mich Narzissenduft
Es spricht zu mir die Frühlingsluft:
Geliebter,
Erwach im roten Morgenglanz,
Dein harrt ein blütenreicher Kranz,
Betrübter!

Nur mußt du kämpfen drum und tun
Und länger nicht in Träumen ruhn;
Laß schwinden!
Komm, Lieber, komm aufs Feld hinaus,
Du wirst im grünen Blätterhaus
Ihn finden.

Wir sind dir alle wohlgesinnt,
Du armes, liebebanges Kind,
Wir Düfte;
Warst immer treu uns Spielgesell,
Drum dienen willig dir und schnell
Die Lüfte.

Zur Liebsten tragen wir dein Ach
Und kränzen ihr das Schlafgemach
Mit Blüten.
Wir wollen, wenn du von ihr gehst
Und einsam dann und traurig stehst,
Sie hüten.

Erwach im morgenroten Glanz,
Schon harret dein der Myrtenkranz,
Geliebter!
Der Frühling kündet gute Mär',
Und nun kein Ach, kein Weinen mehr,
Betrübter!

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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) , "Conhort de primavera", copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Lentetroost", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Spring comfort", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Consolation du printemps", copyright © 2013, (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: 30
Word count: 125

Spring comfort
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
The fragrance of narcissus wafts about me;
It speaks to me, the spring air:
 Beloved,
 Awaken in the red glow of morning;
 Awaiting you is a wreath rich in blossoms,
Sad man!

 Only you must struggle for it, and act,
 And no longer repose in dreams;
 Let them fade!
 Come, my love, come out to the field,
 In the green house of leaves
 You will find it.

We are all well-disposed toward you,
You poor, love-timid child,
 We fragrances;
 You were always a true playmate to us,
 And for that we serve you willingly and quickly,
 We fragrances.

 To your beloved we carry your "Alas!",
 And we wreathe her bedroom
 With blossoms.
 We will, when you go from her
 And stand alone, then, and mournful,
 Watch over her.

 Awaken in the morning-red glow;
 Already awaits your myrtle wreath,
 Beloved!
 Spring announces good tidings,
 And now no "Alas!", no more weeping,
 Sad man!

Text Authorship:

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

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 30
Word count: 152