Šípek
Language: Moravian (Moravština)
Available translation(s): DUT ENG ITA
Šlo děvče na travu
na lučku zelenu.
Němohlo ji nažát
pro rosu studenu.
Po lučce chodilo,
žalostně plakalo.
Nadešlo tam šípek,
na tym šipku kvitek.
Kvitku, milý kvitku,
já tebe utrhnu.
Nětrhaj mne v zimě,
moja krasa zhyně.
Nětrhaj mne v letě,
dy slunečko peče.
Nětrhaj mne v zimě,
moja krasa zhyně.
Utrhni mne z jara,
moja krasa stala.
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 Antonín Dvořák (1841 - 1904), "Šípek", op. 32 no. 10, B. 62 no. 10 (1876) [ duet for soprano and alto with piano ], from Moravské dvojzpevy III. rada, no. 10, also set in German (Deutsch) [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Antonín Dvořák (1841 - 1904), "Šípek", B. 107 no. 2 (1880) [ women's chorus ], from Ženské sbory, no. 2 [sung text checked 1 time]
Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:
- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Josef Srb-Debrnov (1836 - 1904) ; composed by Antonín Dvořák.
Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Lidy van Noordenburg) , "De rozestruik", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English [singable] (John Bernhoff) , "The pleading rose"
- ENG English (Patrick Corness) , "The Wild Rose", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Carla Bellini) , "La rosa selvatica", copyright © 2008, (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: 18
Word count: 59
The Wild Rose
Language: English  after the Moravian (Moravština)
Down in a lush green dell
a young girl went to mow.
So cold were the dew drops
she could not, could not mow.
She wandered in the dell,
weeping, full of sorrow,
There she found a wild rose;
it bore a single bloom.
O rose, you lovely rose,
I want to take you home.
Don’t pluck me in winter,
for my charm will soon fade.
Don’t pluck me in summer,
in the burning hot sun.
Don’t pluck me in winter,
for my charm will soon fade.
Pluck me in the spring time,
then my charm will not fade.
Authorship:
- Translation from Moravian (Moravština) to English copyright © 2023 by Patrick John Corness, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in Moravian (Moravština) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , from a collection of Moravian folk songs compiled by František Sušil
This text was added to the website: 2023-06-27
Line count: 18
Word count: 99