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Wie soll ich die Freude, Die Wonne denn tragen? Daß unter dem Schlagen Des Herzens die Seele nicht scheide? Und wenn nun die Stunden Der Liebe verschwunden, Wozu das Gelüste, In trauriger Wüste Noch weiter ein lustleeres Leben zu ziehn, Wenn nirgend dem Ufer mehr Blumen erblühn? Wie geht mit bleibehangnen Füßen Die Zeit bedächtig Schritt vor Schritt! Und wenn ich werde scheiden müssen, Wie federleicht fliegt dann ihr Tritt! Schlage, sehnsüchtige Gewalt, In tiefer, treuer Brust! Wie Lautenton vorüberhallt, Entflieht des Lebens schönste Lust. Ach, wie bald Bin ich der Wonne mir kaum noch bewußt. Rausche, rausche weiter fort, Tiefer Strom der Zeit, Wandelst bald aus Morgen Heut, Gehst von Ort zu Ort; Hast du mich bisher getragen, Lustig bald, dann still, Will es nun auch weiter wagen, Wie es werden will. Darf mich doch nicht elend achten, Da die Einz'ge winkt, Liebe läßt mich nicht verschmachten, Bis dies Leben sinkt! Nein, der Strom wird immer breiter, Himmel bleibt mir immer heiter, Fröhlichen Ruderschlags fahr' ich hinab, Bring' Liebe und Leben zugleich an das Grab.
F. Boyneburgk sets stanzas 5-6
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Text Authorship:
- by Johann Ludwig Tieck (1773 - 1853), no title, appears in Liebesgeschichte der schönen Magelone und des Grafen Peter von Provence, no. 7, chapter heading: "Wie der edle Ritter wieder eine Botschaft empfing von der schönen Magelone" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Friedrich von Boyneburgk , "Aus der schönen Magelone", 1825, stanzas 5-6 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Johannes Brahms (1833 - 1897), "Wie soll ich die Freude", op. 33 no. 6 (1861-65), published 1865 [ voice and piano ], from Die schöne Magelone. Romanzen aus L. Tiecks Magelone, no. 6, Winterthur, Rieter-Biedermann [sung text checked 1 time]
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Hoe moet ik mijn rijke geluk dan wel dragen?", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "How can I endure the joy", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Come riuscirò a sopportare", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- LIT Lithuanian (Lietuvių kalba) (Giedrius Prunskus) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- TUR Turkish (Türkçe) (Gül Sabar) , copyright © 2016, (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: 36
Word count: 176
How can I endure the joy, How can I then endure the bliss - That under all the throbbing Of my heart, my soul will not part from me? And if now the hours Of love have vanished, Why the urge In dreary desolation, To drag further a joyless life When by the shore the flowers will not bloom? With what leaden feet does Time pass, Step by deliberate step! And if I must part, How feather-light does its step then fly! Throb, o yearning power, In my deep, true breast! Like echoes of a lute, fading away, Do the finest joys of life flee. Ah, how soon Till I am hardly aware of bliss. Rush, rush ever forth, Deep stream of time, Soon you will wander off, today or tomorrow, And go from place to place; Since you have taken me this far, Now merrilly, now quietly; I will now venture further, However it may turn out. I must not think myself wretched, Since my Darling beckons; Love will not let me languish Until this life has sunk! No, the stream will ever broaden, Heaven will remain ever clear, Joyously I row farther; I'll bring love and life together to the grave.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Johann Ludwig Tieck (1773 - 1853), no title, appears in Liebesgeschichte der schönen Magelone und des Grafen Peter von Provence, no. 7, chapter heading: "Wie der edle Ritter wieder eine Botschaft empfing von der schönen Magelone"
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 36
Word count: 202