by Karl Friedrich Henckell (1864 - 1929)
Translation © by Abel Alamillo Fernández

Ruhe, meine Seele!
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE ITA SPA
Nicht ein Lüftchen
Regt sich leise,
Sanft entschlummert
Ruht der Hain;
Durch der Blätter
Dunkle Hülle
Stiehlt sich lichter
Sonnenschein.
Ruhe, ruhe,
Meine Seele,
Deine Stürme
Gingen wild,
Hast getobt und
Hast gezittert,
Wie die Brandung,
Wenn sie schwillt.
Diese Zeiten
Sind gewaltig,
Bringen Herz
Und Hirn in Not --
Ruhe, ruhe,
Meine Seele,
Und vergiß,
Was dich bedroht!

An "Originalbeitrag" to Moderne Dichter-Charaktere, ed. Wilhelm Arent, Berlin: [privately published by the editor], 1885.

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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)

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Reposa, ànima meva!", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Rustig, ziel, word rustig!", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Rest, my soul!", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Repose-toi, mon âme", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Pace, anima mia", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Abel Alamillo Fernández) , "Apacíguate, alma mía", copyright © 2005, (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: 58

Apacíguate, alma mía
Language: Spanish (Español)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Ni tan siquiera 
una suave brisa se agita,
dulcemente dormido 
reposa el bosquecillo;
a través de la oscura cubierta 
de las hojas
entra a hurtadillas 
el luminoso brillo del sol.
¡Apacíguate, apacíguate, 
alma mía,	
tus tormentas se han 
hecho más salvajes,
te has enfurecido 
y te has estremecido,
como cuando rompe 
el oleaje! 
Estos tiempos 
han traído 
con fuerza
miseria a cerebro y corazón.
¡Apacíguate, apacíguate, 
alma mía,
y olvida 
lo que te amenaza!

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to Spanish (Español) copyright © 2005 by Abel Alamillo Fernández, (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: 2005-03-07
Line count: 24
Word count: 74