by Johann Ludwig Tieck (1773 - 1853)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Wir müssen uns trennen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG FRE ITA TUR
Wir müssen uns trennen,
Geliebtes Saitenspiel,
Zeit ist es, zu rennen
Nach dem fernen, erwünschten Ziel.

Ich ziehe zum Streite,
Zum Raube hinaus,
Und hab' ich die Beute,
Dann flieg' ich nach Haus.

Im rötlichen Glanze
Entflieh' ich mit ihr,
Es schützt uns die Lanze,
Der Stahlharnisch hier.

Kommt, liebe Waffenstücke,
Zum Scherz oft angetan,
Beschirmet jetzt mein Glücke
Auf dieser neuen Bahn!

Ich werfe mich rasch in die Wogen,
Ich grüße den herrlichen Lauf,
Schon mancher ward niedergezogen,
Der tapfere Schwimmer bleibt obenauf.

Ha! Lust zu vergeuden
Das edele Blut!
Zu schützen die Freude,
Mein köstliches Gut!
Nicht Hohn zu erleiden,
Wem fehlt es an Mut?

Senke die Zügel,
Glückliche Nacht!
Spanne die Flügel,
Daß über ferne Hügel
Uns schon der Morgen lacht!

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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, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , title 1: "We must part", copyright ©
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , title 1: "Ci tocca separarci", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , title 1: "Wij moeten nu scheiden", copyright © 2015, (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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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:52
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Word count: 124

We must part
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
We must part,
Beloved lute,
It is time to chase
After a far-off, longed-for goal.

I am off to battle,
Off to plunder;
And when I have my loot,
Then I shall fly home.

In the red gleam
I fly with her,
and my lance protects us,
and my steel armor here.

Come, dear weapons,
In jest so often donned:
Defend now my happiness
On this new road!

I throw myself into the waves,
I greet the glorious course;
Many have been dragged under,
But the brave swimmer remains on top.

Ha! What joy it is to spill
Noble blood!
To protect my happiness,
My precious property!
Not to suffer scorn,
Who lacks courage for that?

Let fall your reins,
Happy Night!
Spread your wings;
Over the far-off hills,
Upon us morning already smiles!

Authorship

  • 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: 2016-05-26 13:58:14
Line count: 31
Word count: 134