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

So tönet denn, schäumende Wellen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG FRE ITA TUR
So tönet denn, schäumende Wellen,
Und windet euch rund um mich her!
Mag Unglück doch laut um mich bellen,
Erbost sein das grausame Meer!

Ich lache den stürmenden Wettern,
Verachte den Zorngrimm der Flut;
O, mögen mich Felsen zerschmettern!
Denn nimmer wird es gut.

Nicht klag' ich, und mag ich nun scheitern,
Im wäßrigen Tiefen vergehn!
Mein Blick wird sich nie mehr erheitern,
Den Stern meiner Liebe zu sehn.

So wälzt euch bergab mit Gewittern,
Und raset, ihr Stürme, mich an,
Daß Felsen an Felsen zersplittern!
Ich bin ein verlorener Mann.

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Authorship

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) , no title, copyright ©
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , title 1: "Disperazione", 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: "Vertwijfeling", 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
Line count: 16
Word count: 91

Resound, then, foaming waves
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Resound, then, foaming waves
And twine around me!
May misfortune bay loudly about me,
The cruel sea let loose its fury!

I laugh at the stormy weather,
I scorn the wrath of the tide;
O, may the rocks dash me to pieces!
For never will it turn out well.

I will not lament, even if I founder,
And perish in the watery deeps!
My gaze will never more be cheered
By the sight of my darling's star.

So send hurtling down your thunder,
And tear at me, o Storm,
Until rock shatters upon rock!
I am a lost man.

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Translation of title "Verzweiflung" = "Despair"

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: 2016-10-24 13:18:42
Line count: 16
Word count: 99