by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
Translation by August Wilhelm Schlegel (1767 - 1845)

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
Language: English 
Available translation(s): GER IRI ITA
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear, your true love's coming 
That can sing both high and low.

[Trip]1 no [further]2, pretty sweeting;
[Journeys]3 end in lovers' meeting,
Ev'ry wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:

[In]4 delay there lies no plenty;
Then [come kiss]5 me, sweet and twenty;
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

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1 Korngold: "O trip"
2 [sic] ; and Hall: "farther"
3 Korngold: "For journeyes"
4 Korngold: "And in"
5 Korngold: "come and kiss"

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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)

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

  • FIN Finnish (Suomi) (Paavo Cajander)
  • FRE French (Français) (François-Victor Hugo)
  • GER German (Deutsch) [singable] (David Paley) , "O Fräulein meins! Woher du wanderst", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • IRI Irish (Gaelic) [singable] (Gabriel Rosenstock) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Paolo Montanari) , "O mia signora", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2016-03-01 11:13:23
Line count: 12
Word count: 74

O Herrin mein, was fliehst du so...
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the English 
O Herrin mein, was fliehst du so beklommen?
O bleib und horch, dein trautes Lieb ist kommen,
Singt und singt den ganzen Tag.

Tu nicht spröd, du Süße mein,
Sinkt der Tag, erwacht die Lust,
S'ist nicht anders, schick dich drein!

Was ist die Liebe, bald verrostet,
Heute jung und heut gekostet.
Was noch kommen soll ist weit,

Was sind künftige Genüsse?
Also komm und küss und küsse,
Junges Blut hat keine Zeit.

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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)


Researcher for this text: Matthias Gräff-Schestag

Text added to the website: 2003-10-20 00:00:00
Last modified: 2016-11-19 09:15:07
Line count: 12
Word count: 73