In the hothouse (Wesendonck, set by (Richard Wagner)) (The LiederNet Archive: Texts and Translations to Lieder, mélodies, canzoni, and other classical vocal music)

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by (Agnes) Mathilde Wesendonck, née Luckemeyer (1828 - 1902)

Translation © by Emily Ezust

Im Treibhaus

Language: German (Deutsch)

Available translation(s): CAT ENG FRE ITA NOR NYN RUS TUR

Hochgewölbte Blätterkronen,
Baldachine von Smaragd,
Kinder ihr aus fernen Zonen,
Saget mir, warum ihr klagt?

Schweigend neiget ihr die Zweige,
Malet Zeichen in die Luft,
Und der Leiden stummer Zeuge
Steiget aufwärts, süßer Duft.

Weit in sehnendem Verlangen
Breitet ihr die Arme aus,
Und umschlinget wahnbefangen
Öder Leere nicht'gen Graus.

Wohl, ich weiß es, arme Pflanze;
Ein Geschicke teilen wir,
Ob umstrahlt von Licht und Glanze,
Unsre Heimat ist nicht hier!

Und wie froh die Sonne scheidet
Von des Tages leerem Schein,
Hüllet der, der wahrhaft leidet,
Sich in Schweigens Dunkel ein.

Stille wird's, ein säuselnd Weben
Füllet bang den dunklen Raum:
Schwere Tropfen seh ich schweben
An der Blätter grünem Saum.

Authorship

by (Agnes) Mathilde Wesendonck, née Luckemeyer (1828 - 1902) [author's text not yet checked 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 Richard Wagner (1813 - 1883), "Im Treibhaus", WWV 91 no. 3 (1857), published 1862 [female voice and piano or orchestra], from Wesendonck-Lieder, no. 3, Mainz, Schott, also set in French (Français) [ sung text checked 1 time]

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Also set in French (Français), a translation by Victor Wilder (1835 - 1892) CAT ENG ITA ITA NOR NYN RUS TUR ; composed by Richard Wagner.

Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Dins l'hivernacle", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "In the hothouse", copyright ©
FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Dans la serre", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Nella serra", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
ITA Italian (Italiano) (Arrigo Enrico Boito) , "Nella serra"
NOR Norwegian (Bokmål) (Marianne Beate Kielland) , "I drivhuset", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
NYN Norwegian (Nynorsk) (Are Frode Søholt) , "I drivhuset", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
RUS Russian (Русский) (Elena Danilova) , "В теплице", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
TUR Turkish (Türkçe) (Lacin Modiri) , "Sera'da", 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: 24
Word count: 112

In the hothouse

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

High-vaulted crowns of leaves,
Canopies of emerald,
You children of distant zones,
Tell me, why do you lament?

Silently you bend your branches,
Draw signs in the air,
And the mute witness to your anguish -
A sweet fragrance - rises.

In desirous longing, wide
You open your arms,
And embrace through insane predilection
The desolate, empty, horrible void.

I know well, poor plants,
A fate that we share,
Though we bathe in light and radiance,
Our homeland is not here!

And how gladly the sun departs
From the empty gleam of the day,
He veils himself, he who suffers truly,
In the darkness of silence.

It becomes quiet, a whispered stirring
Fills uneasily the dark room:
Heavy drops I see hovering
On the green edge of the leaves.

Authorship

Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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Based on

a text in German (Deutsch) by (Agnes) Mathilde Wesendonck, née Luckemeyer (1828 - 1902)

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 129