Translation © by Salvador Pila

Sängers Trost
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE
Weint auch einst [kein Liebchen]1
Tränen auf mein Grab,
Träufeln doch die Blumen
Milden Tau hinab;

Weilt an ihm kein Wandrer
Im [Vorüberziehn]2,
Blickt auf seiner Reise
Doch der Mond [auf ihn]3.

Denkt auf diesen Fluren
Bald kein Erdner mein,
Denkt doch mein die Aue
Und der stille Hain.

Blumen, Hain und Aue,
Stern und Mondenlicht,
Die ich sang, vergessen
Ihres Sängers nicht.

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1 Bohm: "ein Lieber"; further changes may exist not noted above.
2 Ashton, Dessauer, Fibich, Frisch, Platz, Schumann, Voegely-Nünlist: "Vorüberlauf"
3 Ashton, Baldamus, Dessauer, Fibich, Platz, Schumann, Voegely-Nünlist: "darauf"; Zumsteeg: "nach ihm"; Frisch and Schneider: "dahin"

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El conhort del cantaire", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Troost voor de zanger", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) (Harald Krebs) , "Singer's [Poet's] comfort", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English [singable] (Anonymous/Unidentified Artist) , "Minstrel's Consolation"
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Consolation du barde", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Ted Perry

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 63

El conhort del cantaire
Language: Catalan (Català)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Encara que cap estimada
vessi llàgrimes a la meva tomba,
les flors però hi deixaran caure
suaus gotes de rosada;

encara que cap caminant
al passar s’hi aturi,
la lluna en el seu periple
tanmateix l’esguardarà.

Ben aviat en aquestes contrades
cap ésser humà pensarà en mi
però sí ho faran les prades
i el silenciós boscatge.

Flors, boscos i prades,
llum de lluna i d’estels,
que jo us havia cantat,
no oblideu el vostre cantaire.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to Catalan (Català) copyright © 2020 by Salvador Pila, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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This text was added to the website: 2020-06-08
Line count: 16
Word count: 76