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by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875)
Translation © by Malcolm Wren

Ein Irrsal kam in die Mondscheingärten
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  ENG FRE
Ein Irrsal kam in die Mondscheingärten
Einer einst heiligen Liebe. 
Schaudernd entdeckt' ich verjährten Betrug. 
Und mit weinendem Blick, doch grausam,
Hieß ich das schlanke,
Zauberhafte Mädchen
Ferne gehen von mir. 
Ach, ihre hohe Stirn,
War gesenkt, denn sie liebte mich;
Aber sie zog mit Schweigen
Fort in die graue 
Welt hinaus. 

Krank seitdem,
Wund ist und wehe mein Herz. 
Nimmer wird es genesen! 

Als ginge, luftgesponnen, ein Zauberfaden
Von ihr zu mir, ein ängstig Band,
So zieht es, zieht mich schmachtend ihr nach! 
-- Wie? Wenn ich eines Tags auf meiner Schwelle
Sie sitzen fände, wie einst, im Morgen-Zwielicht,
Das Wanderbündel neben ihr,
Und ihr Auge, treuherzig zu mir aufschauend, 
Sagte, da bin ich wieder
Hergekommen aus weiter Welt!

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Confirmed with Mörike, Eduard Friedrich. Gesammelte Schriften, Erster Band, G. J. Göschen'sche Verlagshandlung, 1878, pages 135-136.


Text Authorship:

  • by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), no title, appears in Peregrina (originally from the novel Maler Nolten), no. 3 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by Ralf Gothóni (b. 1946), "Ein Irrsal kam in die Mondscheingärten", first performed 2004 [ medium voice, viola, and piano ], from Peregrina-Gedichte, no. 3 [sung text not yet checked]
  • by Hans Huber (1852 - 1921), "Ein Irrsal kam in die Mondscheingärten", op. 32 no. 3, published 1878 [ low voice and piano ], from Peregrina-Lieder, no. 3, Mainz, Schott [sung text not yet checked]
  • by Walther Prokop (b. 1946), "Ein Irrsal kam in die Mondscheingärten", 2003 [ baritone and piano ], from Peregrina, no. 3 [sung text not yet checked]
  • by Othmar Schoeck (1886 - 1957), "Peregrina", op. 17 (Acht Lieder für Singstimme und Klavier) no. 4 (1909) [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
  • by Wolfgang Ulrich (1924 - 1995), "Peregrina III", 1984 [sung text not yet checked]

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

  • ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , "Peregrina", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this page: John Versmoren

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 119

Peregrina
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Something wrong entered the moonlit gardens
of a once sacred love.
I trembled when I discovered a long-past betrayal
and with a tearful but cruel look
I told the slim
enchanting girl
to take herself off away from me.
Oh, her high forehead
sank down, for she loved me;
but silently away she went,
off into the grey world.

Sick since then,
my heart has been wounded and in pain.
It will never heal!

It is as if there were a magical thread, spun by the air,
from her to me, a connecting anxiety,
a pull, drawing me, pining, back to her.
How? If only one day on my doorstep
I were to find her sitting, as once before, in the morning twilight, 
her travelling things next to her,
and her eye, looking at me trueheartedly, 
would say, 

"Here I am again,
I've come back from the wide world."

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2005 by Malcolm Wren, (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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Based on:

  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), no title, appears in Peregrina (originally from the novel Maler Nolten), no. 3
    • Go to the text page.

 

This text was added to the website: 2005-04-11
Line count: 24
Word count: 149

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