by Theodor Storm (1817 - 1888)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Fern hallt Musik; doch hier ist stille...
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG ENG FRE
Fern hallt Musik; doch hier ist stille Nacht,
Mit Schlummerduft anhauchen mich die Pflanzen:
Ich habe immer, immer dein gedacht;
Ich möchte schlafen, aber du mußt tanzen.

Es hört nicht auf, es rast ohn' Unterlaß;
Die Kerzen brennen und die Geigen schreien,
Es teilen und es schließen sich die Reihen,
Und alle glühen; aber du bist blaß.

Und du mußt tanzen; fremde Arme schmiegen
Sich an dein Herz; o leide nicht Gewalt!
Ich seh dein weißes Kleid vorüberfliegen
Und deine leichte, zärtliche Gestalt. -

Und süßer strömend quillt der Duft der Nacht
Und träumerischer aus dem Kelch der Pflanzen.
Ich habe immer, immer dein gedacht;
Ich möchte schlafen, aber du mußt tanzen.

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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):

  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Hyacinths", copyright ©
  • ENG English (Elisabeth Siekhaus) , "Hyacinths", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Jacinthes", copyright © 2010, (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: 16
Word count: 112

Hyacinths
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
 Music echoes from afar, but here it is silent night,
 with slumber-scents breathing from the flowers:
 I have always, always thought of you;
 I would sleep, but you must dance.
 
 It will not stop, there is no rest -
 the candles burn and the fiddles shrill,
 the rows of dancers part and come close,
 and everyone is flushed - but you are pale.
 
 And you had to dance; the arms of strangers are nestled
 at your breast; o endure no more!
 I see your white dress fly past,
 and your light, delicate form.
 
 And more sweetly streams the scents of night,
 and more dreamily, from the chalices of flowers.
 I have always, always, thought of you;
 I would sleep, but you must dance.

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  • 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: 16
Word count: 124