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Herbst ist es nun, Nimmer die Stürme des Meeres ruhn. Ach, doch vom Hause wie gerne Säß ich noch ferne! Lange gesehn Hab' ich gen Westen das Segel hinwehn. Darf es doch Frithjof auf weiten Meeren geleiten! Bläuliches Meer, Eilend ja geht es; o schwelle nicht mehr! Zeiget dem Segler, ihr Sterne, Wege der Ferne! Kommt nun der Mai, Kehrt er -- nicht kommt die Geliebte herbei, Nicht ihm entgegen im Saale, Nicht auch im Thale. Lieget im Staub, Kalt und erblichen, der Liebe Raub; Oder sie blutet darnieder, Opfer der Brüder.-- Falke, der blieb, Nun bist du mein; o wie hab ich dich lieb! Fliegender Jäger, dich hegen Will ich und pflegen; Ihm auf der Hand, Wirk' ich dich hier in des Teppiches Rand, Silbern die Schwingen zu schauen, Golden die Klauen. Falkschwingen nahm Freja sich einstens und suchte, von Gram Rings durch das Weltall getrieben, Öder, den Lieben. Liehest du hier Mir auch die Schwingen, was hülfen sie mir? Kann doch der Tod mir nur bringen Himmlische Schwingen! Jäger so schön, Mir von der Schulter aufs Meer sollst du sehn! Sehen wir sehnend auch immer, Kehrt er doch nimmer. Bin ich nun todt, Kehret er sicher; vernimm mein Gebot: Grüße mir Frithjof! Nicht wehren Wird er den Zähren.
J. Rheinberger sets stanzas 1, 3-6, 9, 11 in (at least) one setting - see below for more information
J. Rufinatscha sets stanzas 1-6, 10-11
M. Bruch sets stanzas 1-2 in (at least) one setting - see below for more information
M. Bruch sets stanzas 10-11 in (at least) one setting - see below for more information
Confirmed with Die Frithjofs Sage von Esaias Tegnér, aus dem Schwedischen von Gottlieb Mohnike, Leipzig: Verlag von Carl Cnobloch, 1842, pages 48-49
Authorship:
- by Gottlieb Christian Friedrich Mohnike (1781 - 1841), "Ingeborgs Klage" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in Swedish (Svenska) by Esaias Tegnér (1782 - 1846), "Ingeborgs klagan", appears in Frithiofs saga, no. 9, first published 1825
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Joseph (Gabriel) Rheinberger (1839 - 1901), "Ingeborgs Klage", op. 22 (Vier Gesänge) no. 4 (1858), published 1869, stanzas 1,3-6,9,11 [ medium voice and piano ], Leipzig: E.W. Fritzsch (1869), Stuttgart: Carus-Verlag, (2004, ed. Manuela Jahrmärker) [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Joseph (Gabriel) Rheinberger (1839 - 1901), "Ingeborgs Klage", 1858, published 2004 [ voice and piano ], second setting (December) [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Johann Rufinatscha (1812 - 1893), "Ingeborgs Klage", stanzas 1-6,10-11 [ voice and piano (orchestra) ] [sung text checked 1 time]
The text above (or a part of it) is used in the following settings:
- by Max Bruch (1838 - 1920), "Ingeborg's Klage, aus der Frithjof-Sage", op. 23, published 1865 [ soli, men's chorus,and orchestra ], Breslau, Leuckart
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Ingeborg's lament", copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2009-05-27
Line count: 44
Word count: 209
It is autumn now, The storms of the sea never rest. Ah, yet how gladly I would still be sitting Far away from the house. For a long time I saw the sail blowing away toward the west. For it may guide Frithjof upon The wide oceans. Bluish sea, Rapidly it moves; oh, do not surge any longer! Ye stars, show the sailor The paths of the far distance! When May now comes, And he returns -- his beloved shall not come along to meet him, Shall not come toward him in the hall, Not in the valley either. She lies in the dust, Cold and pale, the booty of love; Or she bleeds to death, The victim of her brothers.-- Falcon who remained behind, Now you are mine; oh how I love you! Flying hunter, I shall nourish And cherish you; Perched upon his my beloved's hand, I work you here in the edge of the carpet, Your pinions are silver to look upon, Golden your claws. Freja once took The pinions of a falcon and, by grief Driven about through the universe, she sought Öder, her beloved. If you were to lend me Here your pinions, of what help would they be to me? Only death can bring me Heavenly pinions! Hunter so beautiful, You shall gaze upon the sea from my shoulder! However yearningly we always look out, He never returns. Once I am dead He shall surely return; hear my command: Greet Frithjof from me! He shall not Hold back his tears.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Gottlieb Christian Friedrich Mohnike (1781 - 1841), "Ingeborgs Klage"
Based on:
- a text in Swedish (Svenska) by Esaias Tegnér (1782 - 1846), "Ingeborgs klagan", appears in Frithiofs saga, no. 9, first published 1825
This text was added to the website: 2021-10-13
Line count: 44
Word count: 255