Translation © by Linda Godry

Nun dämpft die Dämm'rung (Waldemar)
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the Danish (Dansk) 
Available translation(s): CAT ENG FRE ITA
Waldemar:
 Nun dämpft die Dämm'rung
 jeden Ton von Meer und Land,
 Die fliegenden Wolken lagerten sich 
 wohlig am Himmelsrand.
 Lautloser Friede schloß dem Forst
 die luftigen Pforten zu,
 und des Meeres klare Wogen
 wiegten sich selber zur Ruh.
 Im Westen wirft die Sonne
 von sich die Purpurtracht
 und träumt im Flutenbette
 des nächsten Tages Pracht.
 Nun regt sich nicht das kleinste Laub
 in des Waldes prangendem Haus;
 nun tönt auch nicht der leiseste Klang:
 Ruh' aus, mein Sinn, ruh' aus!
 Und jede Macht ist versunken
 in der eignen Träume Schoß,
 und es treibt mich zu mir selbst zurück,
 stillfriedlich, sorgenlos.

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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Linda Godry) , title unknown, copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , title unknown, copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title unknown, copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , title unknown, copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website: 2003-11-09
Line count: 21
Word count: 100

Now the dusk softens
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Waldemar:
 Now the dusk softens
 ev'ry sound from sea and land,
 the sailing clouds cozily settling down 
 at heaven's end.
 Soundless peace closed down
 the forest's airy gates,
 and the sea's clear waves
 rocked themselves to rest.
 In the west the sun casts off
 her crimsom dress
 and dreams in her bed of waves
 of next day's splendour.
 Now not the tiniest leaf stirs 
 in the forest's magnificent house;
 now not the merest sound is ringing:
 be at rest, mind, be at rest!
 And ev'ry power is ensconced
 in its own dream's arms,
 and it drives me back to myself,
 peacefully quiet, without a care.

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This text was added to the website: 2004-11-22
Line count: 21
Word count: 105